Before the meltdown
A fine mist falls outside my window. My eyes are scratchy and I’ve just eaten my second breakfast of the morning. I am in desperate need of some sunshine. A walk in the park. An iced mocha. A pep in my step.
My son sleeps upstairs, and I know I should be sleeping as well. I haven’t been sleeping lately, probably due to my incessant need to eat peanut butter sandwiches at 2am and pee four to five times during the night. And why? Well, it’s all because of two pink lines. The two pink lines we saw on a pee stick about 14 weeks ago. These beautiful pink lines announced a big change, a growing belly, two kids in diapers and the start of a panic attack. It told of something I had no idea could really happen.
And in the midst of grasping this amazing reality that our family will be growing come October, we were planning a one year old birthday party – something I am not adept at doing. Party planning is always stressful to me, but thankfully, it all went quite well. Our son chose to be cranky that day, not eat, not dig into his beautifully made white cake so that we could capture pictures that we would pull out when he is a teenager, showing him the mess he made. Nope, those memories were not captured. But, the party went off without a hitch anyway. We had quite the spread of food, and friends and family celebrated a wonderful first year with our son.
And so we go . . . . enjoying the milestones of a happy, active – and sometimes cranky- toddler while planning to start this process all over again. And we couldn’t be more grateful.
