Will I earn the tag of 'nagging mom'?

The intimate are the ones with whom we really don't have to bother with formalities. You could barge into their homes anytime, wake them up from sleep to pour your heart out, shamelessly borrow money without worrying what they'd think about you, tell them exactly what you want for your birthday and even mention the shop and price...and many more scarily crazy things.
I do have a few buddies with whom I do exactly this...and more. Those were the days...the times we often refer to as student days. I'd call it the singledom days. Me, my bum-chums, our crazy times. What fun!!! Today, after almost five years of marriage and one year of motherhood, I miss them more than ever. The laughing-for-no-reason moments, the gossip sessions, the love-tale times, the Cosmopolitan-classes educating ourselves on things we thought would be useful in our lives to come (not sure how many of us have tried to execute the lessons learnt)...the fashion-talk, girlie giggles....ohhhhh loved it all. What wouldn't I do to get back those moments.
Even now, we do try and meet up occasionally, but no matter how hard we try, we soon see our conversation steering to babytalk (toilet training, feeding, sleeping hassles, etc, etc), motherhood woes, the insensitive side of the husbands, the mostly-never-understanding-in laws...and all baggages that come with marriage. Each time we swear not to let them interfere our girlie time...but the ghost lingers on...and on...
Now everytime I see Ayush fussing to have me around...I think: "Wait another 6-7 years, and you'll hate it if I chase your around and fuss about you." It will then be their turn to make friends, chill-out, have fun, laugh aloud and of course crib about their 'pestering parents' who insist they sleep on time, get home by sunset, eat the right foods, and of course who ask a zillion questions before giving that money you asked for. Ahhhh...will I do what I never wanted my parents to...or will I too ape them? With age and time...maybe I too will start fretting the minute clock goes past 6 if my child's not home yet, maybe I too will frown at the mention of stay-overs at friends' homes (which BTW I loved)...maybe I too will...