There is a certain unsteadiness in the realization that you helped create something so ominously cute and precious that the world gawks and coos grumly at. And so it goes unsteady also describes your life after this chubb of cuteness grows in your arms as you feed it, depends on you, cries for you, loves you, searches for your belly button in public, jumps on your stomach with glee after banana leaf lunch, hugs you and calls you "mummee" at the end of the day ... sigh. This unsteadiness...? It changes your life.
