Two years ago today I was interstate on a business trip. I’d spent the night before not in the comfy hotel bed, but mostly on the cool tiled floor in the luxurious bathroom. Lucky for me the towels were extra fluffy and made for good pillows.
While a teeny tiny part of me dared to hope the reason for my spending the night on the bathroom floor was my impending blood test to confirm or deny I was pregnant, most of me blamed the deliciously rich meal I’d shared with a friend the night before.
As it happened, when my early morning blood test results came – at the end of a (veeeeeeeeeeeery loooooooooooooong) day of meetings; a day spent trying to nibble dry crackers unnoticed by my colleagues – they came by a phone call which confirmed my biggest dream and changed my forever.
I was indeed pregnant … and my body would not tolerate rich food from that moment on – for the next eight months!
Fast forward two years to this morning when I put Love Bug’s hair in pigtails for the first time. Sure, they’re more like strands of hair sticking straight out the side of her head. They’re messy pigtails, with no part to speak of, and she’ll probably pull them out in an hour – but they’re there for now. And we’re here, living in the now.
What an utterly amazing two years it has been – and what an incredibly grateful and lucky mumma I am!