My sad teething bug was passed out in my arms but I couldn't find it in me to put him back in his crib. I looked at his tiny, peaceful, sleeping face washed in the soft glow of his nightlight and remembered all the anticipation I was feeling at that exact moment 11 months ago. Full of conflicting emotions. I sat and rocked him for a while and replayed that morning 11 months ago. There was a weird sense of calm that morning. Although, just under the calm surface, was a jumbled pot of anxious, nervous, and excitement all stewing together.
Just as I was remembering all those feelings Carter shifted in my arms and I was jolted back to the present and realized that all of those emotions are still here today, in some form or another. But now all of those emotions are mixed with the most insane and intense love.
11 short months ago, at this time (830ish), I was as big as a whale, dressed in a super fancy hospital gown, laying in a labor and delivery room, chatting with Joe about who knows what, completely unaware that my entire world was about to be rocked to its core.
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