I'm here. I'm mothering. I'm writing.
I'm worried. I'm peaceful. I'm tired. I'm grateful. I'm craving dark chocolate. Nothing has changed.
Ruby is almsot 9 months old and as God as my witness it feels like yesterday that she came into this world. The depths of sadness that will wash over me when I come to understand that her life is going to whizz by, like the A train in NYC, is almost too much to take. It's all going too fast. I love being her mother. I love taking her to play dates. To the park. She loves to swing. She crawls. She pulls herself up.
She is perfect. It stops me in my tracks to say those words. I'm a mother. What? And a daughter. And a wife. A sister. A friend.
My breasts are full. I must go pump!!
xo,
Andrea
