Wow, the time has flown by! Hard to believe that a year ago, I was 8 months pregnant, and Elise was curled up, all cozy inside. I remember how anxious I was to meet her, and that I was absolutely terrified about becoming a Mom. Would I be good enough? (sometimes I feel I'm doing a good job, other days I haven't a clue) How would I know what to do? (it's all about the instinct) What if I drop her? (haven't yet, but she has rolled off the bed a few times! That girl can MOVE) What if she hates me? (this one is a no-brainer... all I have to do is see the way she smiles at me and holds her arms out for me to pick her up. This girl loves her Momma).
It has been an amazing ride so far, and although it would be a total lie to say I've enjoyed EVERY minute of it, I would do it again. In a heartbeat.
P.S. If you're wondering about the bruising on my arm, it's from shots I was given to stop my labour a few weeks before this picture was taken. I fell when I got in the bathtub to take a shower (right after I had cleaned it - let that be a lesson to you, clean bathtubs are slippery bathtubs!), and went into labour. Thankfully, they were able to stop the labour so Elise could cook for a few more weeks.
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