I cried last night. It wasn't a stray tear here and there, it was sobbing. My baby turned 2 yesterday. I was sitting with my hubby and he said, "Good thing there's another baby on the way because it seems like you need it." I told him he didn't get it...and he doesn't. It isn't about Nathan not being a newborn any more. I cultivated Nathan inside my body. I felt every flutter, kick and back flip as he grew. I endured sciatica, sleepless nights surrounded by 30 pillows, swollen feet, stretch marks, and natural childbirth just to bring him into the world. He is my first child and to see him growing up makes me happy and sad at the same time. He is my baby, whether he's 2 or 32, I'll always feel that way. I know my mom felt that way about me until the day she died (and probably still). It must be a mommy thing.
Stay tuned for the birthday party post, a 2 year update, and I swear I'm going to post that vlog emotion video whether hubbs likes it or not. You all have had toddlers at one time or another and don't care if he's being ornery!!