This year has been the best year of my life. So much that I wouldn’t mind rewinding and living it all over again.
Let’s see, the love of my life and I started a family. A gorgeous little girl who shouts MAMMA! Who cries when I leave the room and stops crying when I pick her up. A little person I’ve taught to kiss and hug. Laugh, sing and dance.
Despite being a bad habit, it’s actually a wonderful thought that another human being loves you so much, that they cry when you leave the room.
It’s one week until Ava’s first birthday and I have so many emotions running through me. Did I soak in every moment of her littleness? Will I remember when she got her first tooth? Or sat up? Or crawled? Have I read enough to her for her to love reading? Does she know how much I love her? Will her first birthday party make her feel special?
As the day nears, I find it hard to remember being so big and full of life. Feeling her move around and hiccup, oh the hiccups. If it weren’t for this blog, my scar or the pictures, I’d almost think it was a dream. Ava wasn’t and then she became my entire life. Those feelings of anxiety. Is this the day? The day our lives and hearts will change forever?
Those days I loved my commute to work. It gave me time to day dream about her and what she would look like. Needless to say, I was completely wrong. Not once did I imagine this little baby with a head full of black hair and tan skin. A spitting image of her daddy.
I am so thankful for this space, a space full of pictures and stories of our life. The good times and the bad. All written down for little Ava and future little Scheepers to enjoy.
Here is a post I wrote round about this time, last year. It’s about a girl who cried baby.
These days I cannot get Aesop’s fable, The Little Boy Who Cried Wolf out of my head. As a refresher, here it is:
THE BOY WHO CRIED ‘WOLF’
There was a boy tending the sheep who would continually go up to the embankment and shout, ‘Help, there’s a wolf!’ The farmers would all come running only to find out that what the boy said was not true. Then one day there really was a wolf but when the boy shouted, they didn’t believe him and no one came to his aid. The whole flock was eaten by the wolf.
The story shows that this is how liars are rewarded: even if they tell the truth, no one believes them.
As translated by Laura Gibbs
As the end of this 40 week adventure steadily approaches, I am becoming more and more aware of my body. As if I couldn’t. My belly has taken over! It has hidden my lady parts and toes from me! I can barely reach my computer or the steering wheel. I can’t even sneak past people without bumping them with my bump!
With every little cramp, back pain, or abnormal bathroom rendezvous (gross, I know) I get so excited and start thinking TODAY IS THE DAY. And with my big fat mouth I cannot help but share this all with Skip. And of course, Amanda.
So my problem, and probably every pregnant woman’s problem is, when can you tell if it’s the real thing or you are just “crying baby”?
I want to share all these emotions and pains with my husband so he feels as involved with the pregnancy as much as possible. What if she is on her way and I ignore all those pains?
But, I don’t want to ruin this moment by becoming annoying and “crying baby” the next 24 or so days until she arrives.
Happy Weekend! We are super busy getting ready for Ava’s party next weekend. Attending a 2nd birthday party for one of the cutest little boys I know. Maybe a little gardening and lots of QT with my little and my hubby.