February 25th… One year ago today, I woke up with the anticipation of Baby Girl arriving at any moment. It was my due date, so get it together kid…it’s time to come out.
I went to work hoping to make it through the day without my water breaking all over my cubicle, or something horrifically embarrassing like that. Thankfully that didn’t happen. Instead, I started feeling the tiniest contractions every 30 minutes in the late afternoon. “This is it,” I thought.
Little did I know that it would be 48 more hours of contractions, 3 visits to the delivery unit, and a heck of a lot of pain and screaming before I would get to meet Baby Girl.
One year later, I’m planning a birthday party, sipping my coffee, and enjoying the giggles of my little girl.
In one year so much has changed in our lives. Date nights require babysitters, the apartment gets really quiet after the 7:00 pm bedtime commences, and getting out the door is no small task.
Our vocabulary has changed to include baby babble, our Amazon cart is full of diapers and wipes, and our apartment looks like Toys R’ Us’ vomited all over the place.
Despite the chronic sleep deprivation and busy schedules, this has been the best year of my life. Baby Girl is full of personality, loves to laugh, and is a social butterfly. She will literally stare you down until engage in conversation with her. She thinks it’s hilarious to jump on Daddy’s pillow in the morning while he sleeps. She gives very open mouth kisses and puts the phone up to her ear when you say “hello.” She is incredibly active and basically never stops moving. Her favorite thing to say (and then giggle) is “ba-di-gum.” Maybe one day we’ll figure out what she means.
This is my girl.
I’m treasuring up the last two days before Baby Girl turns one. The countdown to the smash cake has begun!