The last week and a half has been super, super busy. I found myself composing blog posts in my head but never finding the time to sit down in front of the computer and write. I found myself thinking, "I'll have to go back and write about this, and that, and the other."
But I'm not going to. If it comes up again I'll write about it. If it doesn't, that's okay too. I write because I like to write. I don't need anything else added to my list-of-things-I-haven't-managed-to-get-to-yet. The world won't collapse if I fail to write down every thought that enters my brain.
With that, I'll move on.
I showered almost every day last week. I'm feeling very proud of myself (and slightly worried that people will think I'm a bit odd because showering is such a big accomplishment for me). Today, I would like to shave my legs.
So far no luck. L. is teething and slightly feverish. Teething and slightly feverish means she wants mom--all the time. I don't mind so much. I've decided to relax and have a lazy day. The cleaning can wait until L. is feeling better. She's lying in bed next to me, napping as I write this, and she's just the most beautiful thing in the world.
It's hard to believe that a year ago today I was very, very pregnant and L. was still in her little watery bubble. I feel like I've known her forever. My memory of life before she arrived is a little fuzzy. It's almost like I can't remember life without her or that nothing really mattered until she entered my life. The miracle of life, and birth, and motherhood will never cease to amaze me.
Just last night, J. and I were watching her sleep (yes, we're creepy people who enjoy watching our baby sleep. It's the only time she slows down enough to get a good look at her.) and still, almost a year later, we can hardly believe that she's grown from a spec the size of a poppy seed into an amazing little human being.
P.S. It's several hours later and I actually shaved my legs today. I took a bath after dinner thanks to my fabulous husband. Success!
No comments:
Post a Comment