So many emotions.
A little teary.
Oh, who am I kidding...more than a little teary. But not sobbing. Yet.
Random thought: I loved being pregnant. Just wish I didn't still look like I am about to give birth.
Eighteen years ago today, at this moment, I was at the hospital, dilated two centimeters and thinking childbirth wasn't so bad and I could go thru it all without an epidural.
Eighteen years ago today, at this moment, I was the most "nested" a pregnant woman could be.
Baby clothes Drefted and waiting. All but alphabatized.
House ship shape. You could eat off my basement floor.
It was the last time I was organized.
I'd read all the "Everything You Need To Know About" books on pregnancy, childbirth, the newborn months, the toddler years.
There's a reason that series of books stopped at the toddler years:
There is no one on God's green earth that knows everything there is to know about raising teenagers.
Thought I was ready, come what may.
But no one is really ever fully prepared for parenthood.
Or for how fast the years fly.
|Swiftly fly the years, indeed|
And from the moment I first saw him, the second he was born, I knew...
Absolutely the love of my life.
Too big to carry in my arms.
But forever in my heart.