This morning I was getting ready in my bathroom with my little one playing on the floor. Entertainment for her consisted of pulling everything out from underneath the cabinet which includes: a box of panty liners and tampons (which then get thrown like large pieces of confetti), sunscreen, various facial masks, boxes of soap, cotton balls, lotion bottles, hairbands, and bath salt. That was the inventory list this morning. And as I sit there blow drying my hair, watching her destroy my bathroom, my mind drifts to "this time last year..."
I was fat. I was hot. I was pregnant.
I was off work at this point, as I think I left around August 16th, her due date being September 4th. I remember EVERYONE telling me to sit, relax, and just enjoy the downtime because "oh my gosh how things are going to change for you!!!" Bleh, whatever. I tried, I really did, but it's hard to relax when you are continuously trying to understand the magic behind pushing something the size of a bowling ball out of your vagina. Ughhh. I watched hours and hours of A Baby Story, Birth Day, etc...a and cringed and cried during each episode. My husband would come home from work, walk in the door and look at me as if to say, "okay I love you, but you are borderline pathetic." I would always pause my day for lunch, meet girlfriends or Dom, and enjoyed getting out for a bit, but do so vividly remember how the clock just ticked ever so slowly in the days leading up to her birth. I would lay on the couch and play out how it would all go down. Would my water break in public, we run home, sprint in the house, grab our bags, and head to the hospital like it happens on the movies? Would I be home, wake up with contractions, or would I have to be induced? I played out every scenario over and over. I ate spicy things, had sex, walked the stairs a million times, did jumping jacks, everything but drink castor oil...although if it was guaranteed I was in.
This time last year...I had 13 more days before I met my beautiful baby girl who changed my life forever. Who now, a year later, is redecorating my bathroom with feminine products.
What were you up to this time last year?