One year ago, it was Saturday, the 12th. Steve and I shopped, loading up the freezer with Stouffer's meals, filling the cabinets with peanut butter, soup, cereal - we were getting ready to not go anywhere for a while. One year ago today, we went on a date, knowing it would be some time before we were alone again. One year ago, we were finishing laundry - tiny little pants, burp cloths, onesies, blankets. One year ago, today, we were as ready as could be, because on Wednesday, the 16th (last year), our baby was coming into the world.
We did not find out gender. I reminded the ultra-sound technicians every time I went in because I didn't want anyone to slip up and mention it. Our doctor didn't even know whether Sydney was a boy or a girl. We had the name, just not the sex. Middle name changed depending on what we were gifted with. So needless to say, we were quite excited for this weekend and the subsequent Wednesday.
One year ago - the love of my life was almost here.