Wednesday, June 15, 2011

One

To my baby boy...

Today you turned one. ONE. And as I watched you marching around the house, carrying your enormous mylar balloons and waving hi to everything in sight, I couldn't help but think to myself, "This year has gone by way too fast." Cliché, but true. You are such a little man now and the center of our world. The joy you have brought into my life and your papa’s is immeasurable. You are everything we dreamed of and more.

It is amazing how since day one, you have innately been YOU. Your curiosity about everything around you is incredible. You take everything and everyone in no matter where we go, which is a trait I hope you never lose. Your energy and intensity never cease to amaze me – you go, go, go, go, and that is not an exaggeration. Your love of music and kitties warms my heart and your hugs and kisses are the highlight of my day. I just have loved watching you be you, and hope you know that every minute of every day, all I ever want for you is to be exactly who you are.

The day you were placed in our arms was a day we have to admit that we had waited not so patiently for. All I have to do now is look into your enormous brown eyes and I know, with every fiber of my being, that life is exactly as it should be, and it is better than I could have ever imagined. You remind me every day that good things come to those who wait, that sometimes life is fair, and that throwing your arms up into the air with the high-pitched squeal of a pterodactyl is sometimes the only way to say how you really feel.

Happy 1st Birthday, Nico. I love you bigger than all the mountains and deeper than all the seas.

Mama








Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Reality Check

Okay, so it's for real. I am really having a baby. Like, really, really having a baby.

I haven't been in denial or anything, and I certainly have understood that this ever growing bulge that rotates and jabs and rolls inside me is indeed a baby. But for some reason, it hasn't felt real until yesterday when I went in for my 36 week check, which I knew was going to be the first time they did any "real" sort of checking, if you know what I mean. And can I just say for the record that this checking freakin' hurts??? Holy Mary, women of America!!! I realize that what is about to come is going to be 1000 times worse but my lady parts are currently a bit tender and checking HURTS! Okay, I digress...

Here is what made this whole "I am having a baby" thing real:

Doctor (with hands placed firmly inside me): Oh! You are already 2 to 3 centimeters dialated and 80% effaced!

Me: I am????

Doctor (whose hands are now on the outside): Yes! Look, you're even spotting (showing me his rubber gloves)!

Me (thinking "Get that out of my face."): Oh.

Doctor: You need to go home and pack a bag - just to be safe.

So I know it could be two days or it could be two weeks or it could be never, but for some reason, hearing the words "dialated" and "effaced" have made this very, very real.

I am having a baby! I would prefer to have this baby after this weekend so I can celebrate my first's first and my second's impending arrival, but nonetheless, I am having a BABY!!!

Somebody pinch me now!