I've always been the type of person who gets very nostalgic at the littlest things. Like whenever I got too big for the "kiddie rides" at amusement parks, or when I turned 10 and was no longer "single digit," or when I became a teenager, or when I was no longer a "teen" or.....Ok well you get my drift. The slightest things make me a little teary-eyed.
Right now is no exception. At this time last year, we were starting the IVF process. Even though I am forever grateful that it was successful, I kinda miss the adventure of it all. The injections, the monitoring, the surgeries, the waiting......all of it made our life exciting with the anticipation. Though maybe I would not feel the same way had it not worked out the way we wanted.
As I'm preparing to go back to work, I realize that when school started last year, we had just found out we were pregnant. And trying to keep it a secret made us so giddy. I was carrying my child that whole school year I was working. This year will take on a whole new dimension.
I still miss being pregnant sometimes. And even though I never thought I'd have a problem with body image, I'm continually frustrated at the fact that I'm still only 10 pounds lighter than my pregnancy weight, and have to keep wearing sweatpants or maternity pants because I can't fit in my old clothes.
Oh well, such is life. Adventures end, and new ones begin. Right now we are trying to decide which home daycare we want Anu to go to once DH and I go back to work. It's a hassle, and I wish I didn't have to leave him, but I know that being with other children will be good for him in the long run. And I am so thankful that I will have gotten to stay home with him for 4 months.