One year ago…

we were just days away from finding out the sex of "Baby Barczak". 

Porter woke up around 10:30 and I suctioned his nose and rocked him for a few minutes. I was staring at his precious little face and started to think… a year ago I was pregnant, student teaching, and so excited to meet this little miracle.  And now he’s 7 months old, growing like a weed, and the center of our universe (sorry to get all "you-know-who on ya, Leslie HAHA"). 

Well, I headed back to Porter’s Blog (yes, HuffD, Porter had his OWN blog… I know you’re jealous!!) and flipped to Septembers posts to see what point I was at in my pregnancy.  One year and 11 days ago, I had just felt my baby move for the first time.  One year ago this month, I began having back pains and started my two to three time weekly chiropractor appointments.  And this post from a year ago reminds me of yours, Leslie.

So…. after revisiting Porter’s Blog after practically forgetting it was there, of course I got addicted to reading all my posts, reliving my pregnancy.  I forgot how wonderful, horrible, painful, frustrating, miraculous and awesome it was.  Some posts I thought "Oh I miss that… I can hardly remember how that felt"  And its true… I vaguely remember what being pregnant feels like.  I mean, I can envision how it felt, but I can’t remember exactly.  And then post like this one remind me exactly why I was sooo ready to be done being pregnant.  I have to keep that one in mind when I get baby fever and think I’m ready to have another little one.  I am NOT ready for all that pain again… and I’m not even talking about labor/delivery pain. 

Anyway… I’ve gone off on a tangent.  I just got caught up reading P’s blog and thought it was interesting that just a year ago I still had no idea if we’d be adding a son or a daughter to our family.  I’m so so so glad I blogged back then. 

  1. I have spent the last hour looking thru Porter’s blog and your belly pictures and I can see how the things that I say remind you of your pregnancy. It was crazy. I remember you being pregnant and it does seem like so long ago. But then again, it seems like forever ago that we found out we were having a baby. Time flies and of course, it made me sad to think about. I looked at the post where there were pictures in the hospital right after you had him and I feel like I was just visiting you. Time flies. I enjoyed your belly pictures, the excited tone in your posts to start and finish his room and all the rest of what you posted about good or bad. Its weird now that i am having all the emotions and symptoms that you experienced not that long ago.

  2. I loved reading Porter’s blog through your pregnancy and have to admit that sometimes I still go look at it to compare what you were going through vs. what I’m going through. I think it’s great that you recorded the whole experience so that you can always have a reminder of that special time in your life. Crazy how time flies isn’t it?

  3. Nici-ola

    Sweety I love you, but you really do have a problem…you ARE a blogging JUNKIE!!Ha!Ha!

    Maybe I should read your baby diaries because I truly am having baby fever..I think we’re going to start trying in the winter, I must be crazy to want to get pregnant again and I have an 8 month old in my lap-as we speak!!

    And, by the way Nicole, if you don’t let Ryan do fantasy football next season that would be really mean, especially now that I know you have more blogs…what about the dogs? Do they even have there own blog? – wait don’t tell me I don’t even want to know!!

  4. As time passes the enjoyment of of children goes deeper and deeper. The aches and pains are past, and we realize that motherhood is worth it, and we do it all over again. Although we think we know what we are doing, each child is different. We love tem just the way they are and only they can make us smile the way that children do.

  5. It’s amazing to see how much these little guys change in a year’s time. My boy will turn one in a month, and I can’t even believe how he’s now a ‘person’ more so than a baby.

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