I'm not. Having spent the first 30 something years of my life being laidback, tolerant to a fault, gently spoken, I turned into a much less self-effacing soul after my DS#2 was born. From being the mother who'd have all the kids in the street in my kitchen making bread and letting them all trash the place, I've become the kind of mother that has to suppress growls when kids ask to come in and who has no compuction about kicking them out when I've had enough. Less patient, less jolly, much less-earth mothery. Baby no 3 changed me as a parent so much more than I ever thought it would. But I'm also not so much of a doormat and starting to get back some kind of life for myself. So maybe it's not all bad. It's taken 3 kids to get there.
I hardly recognise myself sometimes. Anyone else?