Today my darling baby is turning two. With all my heart I can not find where time has gone.
I knew I was pregnant, I swear it to you, from the day that I conceived. I took 2 pregnancy tests that were negative before I was actually far enough along to have a positive one - and even then - I had no clue of what was yet to come.
I got pregnant 3 months after hubby and I were married. It was not planned, it was not un-planned. For some strange, odd reason I did not think (probably the invincibility of a teenager that still hung on inside me at 23 that I could or would become pregnant. (*not talking about premarital sex - simply speaking of all the things teenagers think could never happen to them*) Now silly, silly me.
Over the next 9 months hubby and I fought and fought and fought - over anything and everything. I would say knock-down-drag-outs but there was no violence (other than one incident when hubby got so mad he ripped his shirt open, causing all the buttons to pop off - perhaps it was a superhero moment without the "hero")... Oh how I laugh now. I KNEW - I was convinced - that our marriage wouldn't last that much longer - that I could take my baby and move. Geez - the raging hormones (mine and his)! I hope he's laughing too - remembering all that we've been through as he reads this blog.
And then - a week late - I was induced on 10/11/05 @ 7:00 a.m. and was blessed and fortunate enough to deliver a 8 lb, 21", blue eyed, healthy baby girl @ 7:57 p.m. that same evening. Oh how I have loved her and loved her ever since.
That was in Virginia. Between then and now she has grown and grown and many things have changed:
1 house has been sold, 3 jobs have changed, 2 part-time jobs have been worked, 4 day cares, 1 house has been purchased, 1 truck has been sold, 1 ear surgery, many sickness, a gazillion diapers, 1 dog has seizures, many things have broken (cars, appliances as well as families), things have gone unpaid, we have done without, we have found a way, visits and travels have occurred, we have loved, we have laughed and most of all we have told ourselves not to ask if it can get worse because it will....
and so I suppose that is exactly where our time has gone... Here's to holding on to the next two years and continuing to realize just how precious and amazing life is.
1 comment:
I hope Ashley has a wonderful 2nd birthday! And time does fly. It seems like I've blinked and my baby is almost 10. It's so joyful and yet so heartbreaking all at the same time!
I'll tell you that hubby and I had our fair share of yelling matches during our first year of marriage, too. We go through our highs and lows. Sometimes we seem like little more than roommates as we see each other in passing and other times we're totally hot for each other. It's getting through the hard times that make the good times all that much sweeter. And, no matter which cycle we're in, we're always best friends. Never give up...you've got a good man!
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