Am I really a MOM???

I'm 31 years old and I have twins, so I'm a mom. But, I don't feel like a mom. When I think of a mom, I think of themed sweaters, Coldwater Creek and granny panties. I guess it's all in my head because none of my friends who are moms fit that description. They're all super cute cardis, JCrew, and thongs (OK, well since we have given birth, maybe just cute bikini undies). At the end of the day I am a mom. I absolutely love being a mom and I love the change it has brought to my life...the good change and the change I'm not used to yet.

Here are some reasons I DON'T feel like a mom:

I love bad (really bad) reality tv. I'm talking The Hills, Real Housewives of Atlanta (because the OC & NY aren't that bad, right?), the Bachelor/Bachelorette (except for this new one with the pilot...WTF?), Keeping up with the Kardashians and I could keep going.
I still have a strong urge to go out dancing with my girlfriends like we used to when we were 25, single and dancing on the bar. At what age would that just look creepy?
I LOVE Glee.
I still buy In Touch, US Weekly, OK and read Perez Hilton online. Sometimes I buy Time and Newsweek...promise.
I drink too much wine when I go out with my girlfriends. You know the kind of night where you go out as a sophisticated adult to a wine bar and choose your glass by the actual description, but by 9pm you'd drink it even if it came from a box.

Here are some reasons I DO feel like a mom:

I have a pact with my BFF (who has two beautiful little girls) to get our boobs done and tummy tucks when we turn 40.
When I hear the song "Do your ears hang low" I think of my boobs (hence boob job at 40)
The only time I go without a bra is in the shower.
I can get spit-up on without flinching.
If I'm changing my son's diaper and he starts to pee, I use my hand to block the pee.
I think it's cute when my daughter has a stinky fart.
Hearing myself or my husband talk baby talk doesn't make me cringe.
Seeing my babies smile can make me tear up.
Sometimes I want to wake my babies up just to hold them before I go to bed...but I don't because I want to sleep more!
I now understand the true meaning of unconditional love (I know, sappy)

I might be a mom, but I did promise my husband I would never wear a themed sweater!