Yes, you read that right. Last year this time I think I may have still been drugged up (picture directly left is evidence).
Last year this time I kept thinking that I came this close to eating a worm in an effort to evict LadyP from my body just a few days earlier.
Last year this time (despite all the excitement) I kept thinking about drinking this.
Last year this time I wondered if I’d ever fit into my old jeans again.
Last year this time I was secretly trying to think ahead and strategize how to keep my home looking like a grownup’s home (instead of a baby’s home).
Last year this time I wondered if I’d ever be forced into becoming “that” working mom on an inevitable oops-my-babysitter-fell-through occasion.
Last year this time I became cranky and sad every time I thought about this impending scenario.
Last year this time I was still kicking myself (after first seeing this photo, left, days after it was taken) that I didn’t put on mascara before going to the hospital and a bit pissed that I forgot my flirty hot pink bathrobe (a Fab Mom should know better… right??)….
FUNNY HOW ALL THOSE THINGS SEEM TO FADE AWAY WITH TIME… IT NOW TAKES ME A LITTLE LONGER TO GET THINGS DONE (LIKE THIS BLOG!) BUT I’M THINKING THAT’S THE IRONY OF LIFE? A YEAR LATER, I’VE LEARNED THAT FABULOUSNESS MEANS SO MUCH MORE THAN WHAT I THOUGHT…
What are your wacky ‘first year’ memories from before you became a brand new mommy?
