Wednesday, March 28, 2012

One Year Ago

Exactly one year ago tonight I was complaining to Ant that I felt a little nauseous while eating dinner. The three nights prior I was in bed by eight o’clock, which is very out of character for me. Ant told me to take a pregnancy test, but I didn’t think there was any way I could be pregnant. With Ant working crazy hours at his new job, we… ummmm… hadn't spend a whole lot of time together that month.

I told him that my period was bound to show up any day; I was never very good of keeping track of that thing. But he kept persisting throughout dinner that I take the test. I finally gave in and peed on a stick.

The three minutes we had to wait for the results were nothing short of agonizing. We talked about anything and everything except babies. When the longest three minutes of my life were over I went to the bathroom alone. For some reason I didn’t want Ant to see the results with me. But there it was, a big.fat.positive.

HOLY SHIT. Those were the only two words I could think to say at that time. And for the next 45 minutes. We hugged and we cried. And then we thought, “HOLY SHIT, what did we do?” I will never forget that night. It was one of the best ever.

I was four weeks and two days pregnant when we found out about our baby.

And now here we are a year later. Here we are a year later with an almost five month old. I truly believe we were blessed with the most amazing little boy. I wouldn’t trade anything about him; not even his goofy little ears that don’t match. He is perfect in every way and I could not be more in love with him.

I always knew I wanted to be a mom, but I didn’t know how much I would love it. I was made for this job! Seeing my Harry grow and develop is the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done. I made him. But he is making me, too. He is making me a better person. My priorities are different and I am more compassionate now. I also want to learn. I want to learn a lot about everything so I can teach him.

I want to teach him the fundamentals and silly little facts I learned on Wikipedia. I want to teach him manners, right from wrong and what I think should be important in his life. Most importantly, I want to teach him that I will love him always and support him with every decision he makes.

I could go on and on about how much I love my son, but I won’t. I think you guys get the idea.

If you’ve gotten this far, thank you for reading. I usually try to keep my blog posts fun, tongue-in-cheek and sprinkled with sarcasm every now and then, so this type of post is different for me. I’m not the sappiest, most sentimental person in the world, but when it comes to Harry, that’s all I am!

Here is a picture of my sweet baby from yesterday, playing on his new excersaucer.