Before I Was a Mom

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.