HA! I bet you think this is a post about how pregnant I am.
But you'd be wrong!
It's about that one time I had a baby named Olivia and I was scared I was going to poop at the same time and be known as that crappy first time mom. HA! Get it?
You see, seven years ago today I became a mom for the first time and I was terrified. I don't even think terrified is the right word, but I was legit scared. Even when they handed her to me I was so scared to hold her because *fun fact alert* she was the first baby I had ever held. My friends had babies and I seriously would refuse to hold them for fear I would be that asshole that seriously hurt their kid because that's how I roll. Give me something precious and valuable, I will probably break it and/or lose it. Now I'm an old pro that is like the baby whisperer, but back then I was not.
But on that first day I felt like I had taken on something larger than me, and all at once I was overwhelmed with all of this responsibility, absolutely no idea how to care for a baby, and I was terrified. I cannot stress how terrified I was.
But my dear Olivia... is the kindest, sweetest, funniest, smartest, prettiest, most generous, most helpful little girl around. Sometimes she says or does things that blow me away because I don't know how she can seem so old sometimes but then turn around and do something more her age. This girl tugs at a special spot in my heart because she is so like me- sometimes it makes our relationship a little harder- but I so understand how she feels a lot of times.
So Olivia? Happy birthday, beautiful. You have made me the happiest mommy on the block and I love watching you grow into the awesome person I know you'll be. Love you babycakes.