Sitting here catching up on a few of my “daily” (notsodailyanymore ((now that I have a little man I would rather stare at all day))) blogs with my Harry sleeping next to me and all of a sudden I was overcome with emotion. Specifically love. You mothers and fathers know the kind. The kind of love that is completely indescribable, but absolutely perfect. Love that starts when that little one grows inside of you for those nine months, and then explodes into something huge, something unbelievable, something scary as soon as you see that little face. My life will never be the same. I will never be able to be as selfish as I was before. I will be waking up on someone else’s alarm clock. I will be arranging my day around someone else’s eating schedule (and forgoing my own hot meals for more than a while).
But it’s all worth it. Looking into those eyes that are just starting to focus. Just starting to look for me. Look for dad. Feeling him sink into my shoulder as soon as I pick him up. Knowing that he will love me hard one day, if he already doesn’t yet. It’s just amazing.
I have plans for posts. We need to do the nursery tour. And I’d like to write up my own little review of Hypnobirthing. I’ve also had a few pregnant friends asking what I needed/didn’t need in the hospital, so I’m planning a post about everything I needed these first 9 days. And we will still have a few non-baby posts. But bare with me, this little guy is my life. Which means, he will not only be popping into most of my posts, but it might be a little slow going for a bit, because, forgive me, but I would rather snuggle my baby than sit at the computer.