Don't get me wrong, I love him. But I keep having this thought lately when I hold him or look at him that geez, it doesn't seem like this is actually my kid and maybe his parents will come for him soon. I don't know the person I am when I'm caring for a baby, if that makes sense.

How long did it take for it to sink in that it was really your baby? And you're not babysitting, that is the new you for the rest of your life?