A year ago, K and I were blissfully unaware of what was to come. Oh – we knew there was a baby growing inside of me: a year ago today we watched as an egg yolk thump-thumped on a small black and white screen. A year ago, we saw our first glimpse of the cells that would become our child.
A year ago, we had no idea we’d have a daughter; we had no concept of true exhaustion; we could not fathom how big our hearts would grow. A year ago – just about now – we listened as our doctor told us we had a viable pregnancy. And now, I have this growing, teetering, teething, babbling little baby.
It’s hard to reconcile the two. I can’t wait to do it all again.