Fourteen days into 2009 (subsequently,Eric's birthday) we were overjoyed with an ounce of pee and a plastic stick. Panicked a week later when I was put on bed rest for what a appeared to be a threatened miscarriage. Each week as I grew a little person in my body, we learned more about ourselves and each other with each new step we took towards meeting our baby boy.
This whole year has been broken down into weeks as we approach the end or week 53, I can honestly say I will be sad to see the end.
I look back at the end of 2008 and the contrast is SCARY.
Faith and whole lot of luck brought us through 2008 and Hope rocketed us through 2009.
2009 made Eric and I a team. Just when I thought we couldn't be any closer, 8 pounds and 11 ounces added another layer of cement to our foundation. We work as one and its really pretty awesome. We are big piles of mush these days.
"Look he smiled"
"He waved, I don't think he means too, maybe he does, we must have a *genius baby".
Our family has come a long way baby.
I hope 2010 is packed with just as many memories.
A shit ton of smiles and only happy tears...
*The genius baby's mother couldn't spell genius..thanks spellchecker, you asshole.