This time last year… Christmas time… I was whining about feeling left behind… So many of my friends were having their second child and we hadn’t started working on our first. I was so unsure when, or if I’d ever have that gut feeling of “now’s the right time to reproduce” or if I’d have to blindfold myself and just jump before I knew if I was really ready. I wasn’t sure if I had missed my cue somewhere between college and career. Or if maybe I just wasn’t build with that motherly instinct to know when it’s time.
A year later, I’m 14 weeks pregnant with our first child. My husband and I went from hardly mentioning children in our near future to on our anniversary a couple of days ago, planning for our second (and most likely final) child in our 5-year goals. Second. Child? I didn’t bring it up but I decided to just focus on the one cooking as to not give myself a heart attack.
It’s crazy how much can change in a year. In 2004 I went from single and loving it, and married for 6 months in a one year span.
But one thing that hasn’t changed… My love for my faith
, my family, and my friends. I am so grateful to have the knowledge I have and for the gospel and my church. There’s no way I’d be where I am today if it wasn’t for all of the things I’ve learned along the way. I’m grateful for Christ, who’s birthday we’re celebrating and love learning more about Him each day.
I can’t wait to teach Spawnie all that I know and more.
This year is our last Christmas with Snoop as our only child. While sometimes I’m freaking scared out of my mind, other times I’m thinking “bring it on.” I can’t wait to have my little infant to cuddle with along with my furball next year.