We weren't planning on welcoming in the new year in person, but Baby woke me up at 12am on the dot so I got to silently wish her a happy new year while she not-so-silently demanded a midnight feed thank-you-very-much.
It's hard to believe a whole year has been and gone already. In the last twelve months, I have:
-started a new job so that I could concentrate on library school,
-dropped out of library school (probably permanently) because I got pregnant,
-found out that pregnancy is not necessarily synonymous with the word "glow",
-left my new job to go on maternity leave,
-found out at first hand what child birth is really like (my mum was right - it sure does hurt),
-welcomed an unbelievably cute little person into the world
-and gained some idea of what sleep deprivation torture must be like.
Now that we have a baby in the family, I know that time is now going to pass even more quickly than it did before. In what will seem like a matter of seconds, Baby will transform into a crawler, a walker, a talker and a pre-schooler, respectively. Next thing I know, she'll be hawking her modelling portfolio to prespective agents, and her daddy will be warning off her biker boyfriends with a shotgun.
Happy New Year!