In
just two weeks my little man will be one year old. It feels so unreal
at times. This time last year I was a week away from my due date. I
can't believe how quickly our first year together has gone by. It's been
the most wonderful year and our time together just keeps getting
better. It's been beyond amazing watching my bump grow for 9 months, my
body being able to carry and birth a healthy, perfect little baby and
then to watch this little newborn baby grow into a wonderful little boy.
I'll never be able to express how much I love my beautiful boy but
sometimes I feel as though I could burst with the love I have for him.
I've never known anything like it. It's very true that nothing compares
to the bond between a mother and her child. I'm so, so lucky to share
that bond with someone so amazing ♥
I wrote the above yesterday but someone needed cuddles before I had a chance to finish the entry. Then it was too late and there was no chance I was coming back online. Even though I read all my friends updates daily, I'm still feeling a distance from here. I'm still not sure what it is.
As well as being less than two weeks until my little man turns one year old, it's also three weeks today until I return to work *cries* three weeks is no time at all. Sometimes I think I feel almost numb about it rather than that sicky feeling. I'm trying to put it to the back of my mind but it's getting louder as my return date gets closer. There's really nothing I can do about it so I know I need to get on with it.
My sister was up today with my lovely nephew. He hadn't been well for the past week but today, although he wasn't completely back to his usual self, he was looking much brighter. I'm so glad. I know how much my sister was worrying about him. Poor little guy. Her bump is growing so I've given her three maternity tops (the green one, the grey hooded one and the black one that says coming soon on it). I just don't want to part with the other ones. How sad is that?! Chances are I won't need them again but I can't bring myself to let go. One of them is the black one I wore a lot. It was so comfy and I just loved it. The other one is a creamy colour, but it was the first one I bought so it means something. I still have my two pairs of maternity jeans as well. I did give her one pair of maternity jeans that I didn't wear so much. Strange attachments to clothing. That's new!
I wrote the above yesterday but someone needed cuddles before I had a chance to finish the entry. Then it was too late and there was no chance I was coming back online. Even though I read all my friends updates daily, I'm still feeling a distance from here. I'm still not sure what it is.
As well as being less than two weeks until my little man turns one year old, it's also three weeks today until I return to work *cries* three weeks is no time at all. Sometimes I think I feel almost numb about it rather than that sicky feeling. I'm trying to put it to the back of my mind but it's getting louder as my return date gets closer. There's really nothing I can do about it so I know I need to get on with it.
My sister was up today with my lovely nephew. He hadn't been well for the past week but today, although he wasn't completely back to his usual self, he was looking much brighter. I'm so glad. I know how much my sister was worrying about him. Poor little guy. Her bump is growing so I've given her three maternity tops (the green one, the grey hooded one and the black one that says coming soon on it). I just don't want to part with the other ones. How sad is that?! Chances are I won't need them again but I can't bring myself to let go. One of them is the black one I wore a lot. It was so comfy and I just loved it. The other one is a creamy colour, but it was the first one I bought so it means something. I still have my two pairs of maternity jeans as well. I did give her one pair of maternity jeans that I didn't wear so much. Strange attachments to clothing. That's new!
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