You're frantically washing bottles and diapers and baby clothes at 11:30 at night.
You go to put the diaper laundry in the dryer and realize you never even closed or started the dryer with the baby clothes for first pictures inside.
Your living room looks like a playground and a bedroom rolled into one because the baby will only sleep in her carseat or her swing so you have to relocate to the couch.
You realize that it IS possible to survive on 5 hours of sleep and not become homicidal.
All you really REALLY want for Christmas is more diapers.
You go to Knott's Berry Farm without the baby, and all you can think about is how cute she's gonna look in her new hat.
You get excited about Old McDonald because your 8-week old starts to dance when it comes on.
You have 20 $5 off coupons for baby formula stuck to your fridge.