Yesterday my sweet Quinn turned 9 months old. She has now been outside of my belly for as long as she was inside of it. I’m celebrating the end of one phase and the beginning of the next.
For me, having a baby basically consumes a year and a half of my life. Pregnancy wipes me out and sends my emotions into orbit. (This time last year—right before Christmas—I was more depressed than I have ever been in my life. I knew I was blessed and was so excited to be growing a baby girl, but I could not shake the clouds. It felt so real at the time, and I am beyond grateful to be out of that.) Then the months with a newborn involve the obvious sleepless nights and adjustment to being so completely needed once again (both of which are beautiful in their own right), as well as my efforts to get back into shape, bring my emotions out of orbit, and in general, find my new normal.
I feel like I’m there now, and so I’m looking at 2014 with a lot of hope.
My mind is already busily kicking around goals… (I’m going to become a hugger in 2014! Watch out world!) But I better not get too far ahead of myself. For now, it’s time to enjoy the Christmas season. To treasure the joy on my son’s face when he sees the snorkel mask Santa’s bringing him for Christmas. (Five-year-olds are awesome.) To drink more hot chocolate than I should and squeeze my happy baby as much as humanly possible. As they say, to do less and be more.
I’m going to sign off until after the new year to let you do the same. 🙂 I can’t wait to see you back here in 2014! I have big plans for the year.