One year later.
December 15, 2011
It was one year ago, today.
I stayed home from work, mostly because I didn’t want to go in, but also because I had a smidgen of illness on the side. Like, maybe, a sniffle. Or two. …ok so it was mostly because I didn’t want to work.
The morning went quite nicely – what with the 3 movies I watched in bed before my feet even hit the floor. The moment I decided to drive to Target to buy pregnancies tests “because I’d never taken one and that’s what married people do periodically” is when things got crazy.
Fast forward: two positive tests later, I was nearly hyperventilating as I called Taylor in Amarillo to tell him.
Well, and then I confirmed, yet again, at a walk-in clinic. (You know, the one where the lady inadvertently called me fat.)
That was one year ago, today. The day I couldn’t possibly imagine being a mom.
One year later, this little booger has completely turned our life upside down:
It’s painful how cute he is, isn’t it?
In the past year, I have:
- eaten my body weight in Arby’s
- barely survived one of the hottest summers on record
- lost objects under my belly: a dinner napkin, tv remote, phone
- experienced the tragedy of suicide
- yelled at a librarian
- moved to a neighborhood full of lovable crazies
- lost my job
- hosted a Sex Party
- gotten in a wreck with a “thing“
- narrowly escaped a goat attack
- birthed an 8 pound baby
- eaten 3lbs of Jelly Bellies in one week
- spent a couple days in a NICU waiting room
- sang “She’ll Be Comin’ Round the Mountain” as a duet
- stuck mustaches on my child’s face until he wept
- gotten scammed by a high school girl and her “cookie fundraiser”
- hated cancer
- found baby poop in unimaginable places around the house
- cried a whole lot
- laughed even more
- made at least 27 new mom friends
- joined an incredible women’s Bible study
- considered giving members of my immediate family away
- read in the car in the driveway to keep the babe sleeping
- almost peed my pants waiting for the babe to wake up while I read in the car in the driveway
- dug through barf at Walmart
- harmonized with Baby Einstein at the top of my lungs
- appreciated and loved my husband deeply and in more ways than I can count
- fallen madly, stupidly in love with a chubby-cheeked, blue-eyed boy named Beckett
- begun to really grasp the overwhelming, unconditional love of God for his children
I totally didn’t see my year going this route, but I can’t tell you how thankful I am that it did. (A small reminder that God is in control, not me.) I could have gone without a few of those experiences – 3lbs of jelly beans, really? – but I can’t imagine being any more blessed than I am today with my little family of 4 (yes, I still include my dog).
I don’t have a good segue, so here’s our Christmas card. Enjoy.