It’s hard to believe one year ago, almost exactly, we were just announcing to the world the expected arrival of the Mini Shaw.
I was somewhere around twelve weeks along, just reaching the stage where they say you start to feel better (ha).
Neither the hubby nor I had any idea what we were getting ourselves into. (Although Romeo would like to point out that he, in fact, did understand, and also spent a significant amount of time warning us. But I digress.)
But one year ago we were only imagining what might become of our lives once the Mini made his or her arrival.
Would it be a boy? Or would we have a girl?
One year ago we were in the heat of planning. What would the room look like? What diapers should be buy?
Does a July baby need long sleeve outfits?
One year ago Romeo was living in the lap of luxury. Well ok…I guess some things haven’t really changed in the past year:
But I must confess. Becoming a parent, even the little amount of experience I have thus far, is nothing like I expected.
I worry a lot more now. A whole lot more.
I sleep a
lot less never.
The hubby and I spend even less time together (do I even still have a hubby??).
And I spend WAY more time covered in often times unidentifiable bodily fluids than I care to admit.
I’ve learned a whole new level of love over the past year.
I have realized that you really don’t need sleep to function, as long as you aren’t operating heavy machinery or anything of that importance. Or something like that.
I am learning that what I cannot control I must surrender (I know this sounds obvious…but believe me, this is harder than it sounds.)
I have learned new things about the hubby, and believe it or not I love him just a little bit more. Well, most days anyways.
And above all, I have gotten to spend the last six months getting to know this wonderful, loving, energetic, funny, special little girl, who I cannot imagine life without:
Oh, what a difference a year makes.