Technically, I have been a mom for 122 days. I like to think it’s been a year. I would argue even more than that. Should I go back to the day we decided it was time to have a baby? Or the day we got married? Let’s stick with a year.
One year ago today, I found out I would officially be a mom. And now, my little boy is four months old. Things have changed so quickly in these past 4 months. The past 12 have been a complete blur. In a year, I gained 45 pounds and then lost 35. I went from having an incredibly weak upper body to lugging around a ~16lb baby in a 9lb car seat. Hold it with one arm. My left arm. I’m right-handed.
A year ago today, I could sleep through the entire night. On my stomach. A year ago today, I was a small B and thought I wanted something bigger. I was wrong about that one.
One year ago today, I woke up early on a Saturday morning having to pee. I decided it was a good time to take a pregnancy test. A minute later my life changed forever. And I told my husband in the most romantic way possible.
“Dude, wake up, I’m pregnant.”