Today, we are going to switch gears and talk a little bit about #mom-life.
I was reflecting back and reminiscing about being pregnant and the beautiful first year I had with my daughter and I realized something strange…I’ve stopped counting. A was a year old in January. Since May of 2014 I have been counting up until now.
First I counted my weeks of pregnancy. That was fun and exciting seeing how my little bean was growing. It was such a unique experience watching her grow and loving someone I hadn’t even met.
And then, I counted her months. Starting when she was itty-bitty and ending when she celebrated her first birthday.
And I realized today, that for the first time in 2 years, I’m not taking a weekly/monthly picture…I’ve stopped counting. And it makes me sad that my baby has grown up. But I’m loving this whole journey I have spent with her.