Oh, did I forget to mention that I made the flight from Melbourne to Seattle with baby bear by myself? Yes, Tim actually came to the US a couple of weeks before us to start work and I stayed behind to pack up the house (my choice to do so).
I have some faint recall from my uni days that in one of her books Virginia Woolf wrote something to the effect that on a particular day everything changed in the world. She was referring (however obliquely) to the publication of Darwin's The Origin of Species and the impact it was to have. Someone who paid better attention in twentieth century literature please remind me which book.
Last Thursday my world changed; I was walking through Seattle airport with baby bear on my hip in the Ergo Baby Carrier and a small suitcase (on wheels) in either hand, plus my handbag and the change bag. I was already a few steps past the security officer when I realised that her comment was directed at me: "Go mom!".
Mom - I am now a mom.