Sigh. I'm tired. Really, really tired. So why am I blogging at 11pm? Because the little one is due to nurse in 15-30 minutes and catching a nap that short will just make me grumpy . . .
January 24, 2013. The day I spent the last 9 months anticipating. Of course I knew he likely wouldn't be born on 1/24, but making it to the end of pregnancy was the obsession I often wondered if I'd ever achieve again.
And while I didn't exactly make it to the end, I came close enough. I could not imagine January 24th being any more perfect than it was today. A cranky toddler. A gassy baby. And a tired mommy. Absolutely, completely, and totally perfect.
Happy due date baby boy. You have completed our lives in a way I could have never imagined. I am more in love with you and your brother (and your daddy too) than I even thought was possible. While the darkness of our journey to conceive you will likely never be completely gone, I surely feel like the luckiest mommy in the world today.
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