Monday, I went from being Poppy, prego who’s expecting a baby, to serious soon to be mom. Why? Because Husband installed our infant car seat in my car. That means that today, I drove to work with a car seat base in my back seat. And THAT means one day there will be a kid in it. Whoa!
When you get pregnant, it’s very exciting. Life changes overnight, and it’s fun. You may have been trying for it for a while or it may have been quick, but regardless, it’s true excitement. Unlike any you’ve ever experienced.
Then, you go to pour yourself a glass of celebratory wine so you and your husband can toast and you realize you can’t have it. Oh.
Then, you get really tired and cranky because you are so hungry and there’s a tiny little baby inside of you sucking out your life force and you go for some coffee and realize that you can’t have that either. Right.
Finally, you get to the point you can tell people the news. Your belly starts to poke out, and you have something to show for all of the months you’ve been in secret secrecy. Woo!
Approximately 47 months later, you are tired and cranky again and hot and big and all you want in this world is to have this dang baby already. The anticipation is killing you and it’s exciting and you can’t wait to see that little teener face and know that everything is going to be okay.
Then, someone installs a car seat in the car you’ve had since you were 24 and HO. LEE. SHIT.
LOL!