It’s pretty clear that 2012 was life-changing for me:
It was the year of pregnancy.
The year of anticipation.
The year of motherhood.
The year that my life truly began…
(Hey now – It’s my blog-gy & I’ll be sappy if I want toooo!)
Just 4 days into 2012, I found out I was pregnant. Happy freakin’ new year!
Got a haircut. Cos moms have short hair, right?
Went for my first ultrasound 9 weeks into my pregnancy.
Received the shocking news that I wasn’t just “with child” — I was “with children”. (Cue freak-out.)
Started seeing a high-risk specialist (for twins).
With the shutdown of the company I worked for, I enjoyed my first official month of unemployment.
Morning sickness kicked my ass.
Started a (this) blog.
Said goodbye (good riddance!) to Mike’s evil cat.
Took childbirth classes & a special “twinformation” class for twin moms.
Celebrated Mike’s birthday/Memorial Day at my parent’s house.
Had 2 awesome baby showers (1, 2). Was amazed by how much stuff we got.
Doctors put me on bedrest at the end of the month, due to a “shortened cervix”. Got 2 shots in my butt. Wee!
Forked over a chunk of cash for much-needed new windows in the nursery/our bedroom.
Started feeling REALLY uncomfortable at this point: Swelling, hemmorhoids, reflux… Ugh!
Spent the 4th of July on my parent’s couch, feeling enormous.
Went to a zillion doctor’s appointments.
Wore the shit out of my 2(!) maternity dresses.
My sweet little rosebuds arrived on the 3rd of August.
I spent my birthday (the 5th) in the hospital. The first one as a mom. My best birthday yet. (Awwww.)
Made a ton of bottles, changed a ton of diapers.
Started getting a hang of the whole “parenting” thing.
Became an expert at diaper changing. Witnessed “open air poops”. (Yep, it’s as gross as it sounds.)
Had my belated birthday party at our house.
Celebrated my 2-year wedding anniversary with Michael.
Bought pumpkins that we never got around to carving.
Went to the Great Pumpkin Farm for hay rides, kettle corn, hot cider & all that autumn-y goodness.
Enjoyed my first Thanksgiving as a mom. Ate lots of Tofurky. Wiped up lots of drool.
Went to an antique co-op with my parents.
Won a door prize. Stole my mom’s door prize.
Took the girls to meet Santa. They were NOT impressed.
Had lots of visits with family.
Paid visits to 3 different houses on Christmas day.
Ate a shit-ton of cookies & homemade (vegan!) peanut butter cups.
So that was my year — chock full o’ big bellies and tiny babies.
Thanks for being awesome, 2012. I couldn’t have asked for more.