Birthday

My birthday is fast approaching. It's kind of weird getting a reminder that another year has passed. Looking back to last year, we had just found out we were pregnant, and I was in the throes of morning sickness. We had what seemed like forever until baby was coming, and the possibilities and excitement were endless. We kept it quiet for a while to make sure it was going to "stick," so at this point last year it was our little secret.

I feel a little wistful and even a bit sad looking back to that time. I'm not sure why, as this year we are deep within a very happy and joyful time in our lives (if also somewhat stressful and tiring!). Our little package has arrived, and he made it safe and sound. Yet I miss, just a bit, that time of wonder of the unknown and the incredible anticipation I felt. It makes me feel bad for being so grumpy about being preggo at the time. I did not enjoy being pregnant for the most part (the kicking and baby movements aside of course), yet I miss it too. It's a bit like Christmas; on xmas day I am always a bit sad as well, as all the crazy build-up comes to an abrupt halt.