I’ve been thinking about twenty-ten a lot today. only natural I suppose… this was a huge year for me. for a lot of reasons. many involving my little g-man… but not all. I’ve read tons of blogs today and many of them are posting top ten photos of twenty-ten. totally amazing… and some of the mamas got some great photos… but I don’t have photos for my top ten moments… so I thought I’d just write at cha’ about em.
these are in no particular order of importance. maybe in chronological order…
one – positive pregnancy test(s). I still remember the look on john’s face. whatthefrigginfrackdoidonow?! he was not thinking it would happen so soon. I remember telling my sister on the phone… a week before I even took the tests that I knew I was pregnant. call it mother’s intuition I suppose.
two – there’s movement! our 12 week ultrasound was incredible. definitely the best one of the entire pregnancy and I had what seemed like many. I just remember the feeling of lying on the chair while the technician ran the wand around thinking… this is real… this is happening… then, he started kicking and shoving his little arms at the wand every time she pushed even slightly on my tummy. he was already a feisty little one. by far, one of the best days of twenty-ten… possibly one of the best days of my life.
three – surprise! memorial day weekend john’s stepdad, norm was scheduled to come and visit on his way to his daughters house in mass. well, not only did he arrive… but john’s mom did, too! I was so happy to see them… and the surprise of having her here for the entire weekend was so freaking fabulous. I loved every minute… even though I puked the entire time… plus, the last day of their trip, I felt g move for the first time. it was a fantastic weekend and I’ll never forget it.
four – it’s a boy! I knew g was a boy. I just knew it. but seeing it on a screen and knowing it for sure… was magical. I would have been happy either way. in fact, in the beginning I was sure I wanted a girl… but there was something about my pregnancy, I was sure he was a boy… and I was happy about it. really, really, happy about it… and you should’ve seen the look on john’s face. holy lord, he was excited. uber frickin’ excited.
five – showers, showers, and more showers…! in the end, I ended up having three showers. two thrown in california by family and one here in connecticut by my boss… they were all awesome and they were definitely a treat. it’s really awesome to see how much people love your bebe even before he’s born. I do not recommend traveling when pregnant… (if you’re having a pukey pregnancy)… I’m pretty sure the entire plane could hear it… and it was not pleasant.
six – “you’re gonna have the baby this weekend…” jenna (my lovely co-worker) said on my way out of work. I had left early that day. I wasn’t feeling to savvy. I was thirty-five weeks preggo… but I had been thinking he was going to come early. I shrugged it off and went on my way… when I called her at five am the next morning to tell her she was going to have to work for me that day… I doubt she was super happy about her prediction… (I’m giggling right now to myself… still cracks me up.)
seven – “you can do it, babe… you’re doing so well!” my husband surprised the crizap out of me when I was in labor. he was supportive. he’d hunt down a nurse when he had to… and he got me popsicles all the time. when it came time to push he was so supportive… and even when I puked on him… he just kept telling me to keep going – we were almost there. he was a pain in my butt while I was pregnant… but he was killer when I was in labor… I guess I’ll take it. <3
eight – you’re mine. once the initial shock of mommyhood wore off… and the baby blues seemed to melt away (I’m sort of feeling like they’re still not fully melted as of late)… I finally got that feeling of holy cow, he’s mine… I’m the person that is in charge of this handsome little blob of bebe. he’s starting to develop a little personality now… and he’s smiling… so, lately has been a lot more fun… but I have to admit I still look at him from time to time and think… holy cow, you’re mine! it’s a trip, this whole motherhood thing.
nine – dad, mom, john’s mom, heather… having so much family out here this year has meant the world to me. I needed the help and support… and I needed to be around people that I didn’t have to “think” while I was around… if you know what I mean… just no work involved. especially my sister. we got to gripe at each other… and as crazy as it sounds… it was super comforting.
nine and a half – granny, nana, and papa. seeing my grandparents with my bebe was beyond amazing. since before g was born I was plotting on how soon I could get him out there to see them. especially granny, since she is 91… I wanted to make sure I (selfish, I know) had the chance to be around her with my son. I love them all to death… and it was an awesome experience… as well as being able to show him off to my dad, stepmom, john’s dad and stepmom… the trip to california was amazing.
ten – baxterlove. (as I sit here and type this, baxter is cuddling my side. trying to bring inspiration, I guess.) the entire time I was pregnant I fretted and fretted about baxter and how he was going to react to baby g. he’s been the only baby in my life for five years and I have spoiled him rotten. he’s gotten to go to work with me. he’s gotten to ride with me on errands. he’s moved several times with me. he’s been the best dog I have ever had in my entire life. and I was worried sick. and then we brought grayson home… baxter acted like it was no big deal. he’d sit on my lap with me and g while I cried trying to breastfeed. he’d mess up my pile of diapers as I tried to fold them (over and over because of his little bum.)… he’d lay with me as I’d try to get baby g to sleep. he’s been amazing. it’s almost like after five years of me taking care of him, he feels like it’s his turn to take care of me. and I freaking love him more than I ever have. which I thought was impossible. people told me my feelings for my pets would change after grayson was born. and I’m not gonna lie, my feelings for elsie have changed. I still love her to pieces… just not the same as I did before… but baxter. he’s still my little soul-dog. there hasn’t been one like him for me before… and there probably never will be again… so I’m going to take advantage of the time I have with him… and I’m going to hopefully instill in g the importance of animals… and what they bring. I better stop now. I could go on for days. I seriously love this dog. I tell john all the time I wish there was a pill out there that made dogs age like people… not seven-times as fast. see, here I go. I could go on for days.
so that’s my top ten of twenty-ten… there were many more moments that have been ingrained in my memory… but these were the first to mind. 2010 was a stellar year… and I can only imagine was twenty-eleven will bring. I have some ideas. but we’ll see what happens. I’m finding that what I want to happen and what actually happens don’t always coincide. ah, such is life.
bring it on, twenty-eleven. totally looking forward to it.