This is the first time that I've smoked pot in a long time since finding out I was pregnant. My son is a year old, and it's now hitting me that I'm really a mom. I'm high and it's hitting me that my son is real, I have a one year old son that looks like me. 

When he was born I had a c-section. I got to see him for a minute before my husband had to leave the room with him. My son seemed too good to be true, too good to be real. So this whole year I've been dissociating to some degree, and every day I've asked my husband if he's real. Because he's amazing, smart, cute, strong, etc. 

I'm a mom. Like holy freaking shirtballs. Can't tell if I'm super dissociating or if I'm suddenly realizing  the gravity of being a mom.