Posted by on Aug 22, 2011 in baby's first birthday, kid is almost a year old, remembering pregnancy | 0 comments

Yesterday, Ryan turned 11 months old. The end of his first year is officially in sight.

I’m supposed to be thinking about all the usual sappy stuff – the fact that he’ll never be a cuddly infant ever again, that he is just weeks (or days?!) away from walking, that he’s growing more understanding, more independent with every passing second.

Eh, there’s time for all that.

For now, I can’t help but think how almost exactly one year ago, I was officially full-term.

How I turned into a full-fledged nesting monster, rampaging through our condo with the force of a thousand handymen.

How much to my surprise and minor annoyance, I approached my due date and passed my due date. I vaguely remember writing eviction notices to my unborn child and getting a teensy bit cranky.

I remember how grateful I felt when Mike grew a baby beard (kind of like a playoff beard, except we actually wanted the post-season to end) as a physical symbol of his support and partnership.

And then I remember how he complained about how “uncomfortable” it was, which is a little silly when you consider the physical state I was in.

 August, 2010
August, 2011

What a difference a year can make.