one year ago, i peed on a stick while half asleep. i did it out of habit, had steeled myself for the insulting one line. i didn’t even think much about it as i waited 30 seconds to peek. i stared at my feet with sand in my eyes. i was about to go back to bed. and then i glanced at the stick on the sink as i flushed. two ridiculously bright lines. they all but blinked. holy shit, i was pregnant.
holy joy rushed over me like adrenaline. and then fear. and then joy again. i was pregnant.
…with a baby.
i lay on the bed minutes later, with hands folded on my belly, just below the button. energy radiated warm from the core of me. life.
nothing is the same from here on out, i thought.
and a year later, my 18 lb little girl is blowing raspberries in the next room, and growling at her stuffed tigger. a year later, we are moms. a year later, we are a fambly.