Sunday, January 1, 2012
:: I found out I was pregnant for the very first time.
:: I loved loved loved having that dream come true.
:: I quit the first job I've ever loved without a second thought so we could move HOME.
:: I drove across the country with my husband, puppy, and a tiny, tucked in my belly Edrie looking forward to another adventure (we seem to have so many of those in this life.)
:: I didn't have to suck it in, but instead proudly displayed my burgeoning belly.
:: I sold our first home, closing a chapter of our life that I loved and sorely miss.
:: I moved three, yes you read that right, THREE, times.
:: I learned to breathe deeply. I have the cheapest community center prenatal yoga in Portland to thank for that. I am forever grateful.
:: I spent the last lazy weekends of summer with my husband and a quiet anticipation.
:: I experienced natural labor and loved it. I felt powerful. The natural birth was not to be and it broke my heart. Every time I look at that scar I am at once in love with what it brought me and torn by what it took away.
:: I tried to let go of what I can not change and look forward, with hope, to a second chance.
:: I met my daughter. and was shocked that she was, in fact, a daughter.
:: I loved her, but hormones and sadness made me question and fear. And then she smiled.
:: I loved, more than I ever thought, being a cliche pregnant housewife turned stay-at-home mom. I'm relishing these days with her.
:: I lived with my parents and am grateful for all they have given us.
:: I cursed the cost of medical care, even with insurance.
:: I helped find our second home. The first one we will have as a family.
:: I, for the first time since we married, am looking forward to a time without major upheaval on the horizon. It feels so good.
posted by nicole at 12:32 AM