This weekend it really dawned on me how little time we have left as a family of 4 – or 5 – if you include our dog, Henry. 🙂
We spent the majority of our time this past weekend readying the house for our newest addition, snuggling all together in our bed, and celebrating birthdays with some of our favorite people. However – everything right now is difficult. Sleeping, breathing, carrying my kids, bending over to put on my shoes – all of these things are getting increasingly difficult. Some are next to impossible. And all of these things are constant reminders that our little girl could join us at any moment now.
That being said, it’s time to get back to business and to talk about something that has been much requested around here lately.
As you all know – I am dress obsessed. The problem with being dress obsessed and pregnant, is that NOTHING I had in my closet before I got pregnant fits anymore. I tried on some of my old dresses the other day – you know – just for a good laugh. And what started out as a joke, almost ended in tears. I should have known better. Even some of my largest and stretchiest dresses were WAYYY too small. My old mini dresses look like midriff shirts, I could barely get anything over my hips, and literally nothing zips.
In just two short months – I cannot believe I am about to say this – our baby girl should be here. I can vaguely remember this happening with the boys once I hit 31 weeks, but it’s like all of a sudden, your pregnancy that feels like it’s taking forever — feels like it’s all coming to an end very quickly.
On April 8th, 2015, after nearly 24 hours of labor, our sweet William Joseph came into this world. That means that nearly three years ago – I became a mother.
Ahhh… motherhood. It has been my life’s most frustrating and difficult endeavor to date. Every time I feel like I know what I’m doing, reality knocks me on my ass. But at the same time, nothing in my life has been more rewarding. For every moment of frustration and self doubt, there are moments of immense happiness and love greater than I ever knew I was capable.
Three years into this motherhood journey, I have learned a lot. I’ll write an updated post to this one sometime soon (probably when I’m on maternity leave) but for now, this post that I wrote 2 years ago says everything and more.
It’s rare that you can go back and read something you wrote two years ago and still feel like you mean every. single. word. But I do. I really do.
Written April 7th, 2016
I mean… what about this photo doesn’t scream (no pun intended) “I’m killing this whole motherhood thing?”