Before I was a mom . . .
I never would have had to put "take a shower" on my to do list.
I knew what eight hours of sleep a night felt like.
I saw movies that were rated higher than "G."
I read books.
I would have been hard pressed to have an entire conversation about poop and vomit.
I did things on the spur of the moment.
I actually closed the door when I went to the bathroom - and it stayed closed.
I had personal space.
Before I was a mom I wanted to be one so badly that my heart ached.
If I had really known what I was missing, there is no way I would have made it through 6 plus years of infertility . . . because what I was missing wasn't just exhaustion and tears and feelings of inadequacy.
It was Maddie and James.
Of course there are times I am tempted to just completely melt down and lock myself in the bathroom, but would I trade even the most frustrating moment of parenthood for one more moment of infertility?
Never in a million years.