The last week

I'm just a week away from starting my new job...

It seems just like yesterday that I quit my previous one, crying. That I was so exhausted, waddling around, my mind just drawing a blank most of the time.

That I wrote this.

That I nonetheless finished a freelancing gig about Holiday presents while not telling my editor that I could possibly give birth pretty soon. I didn't want to scare her, and I guess I was right; I sent my bill three days before F was born. I got lucky on this one.

That I looked like this:

And usually felt even worse that it looks.

But a year has gone by at lighting speed. I go from reminiscing and getting teary to being so excited for the next stage to begin (new job, new house). From feeling so sad that not being at home anymore means spending less time with my kids, to be really looking forward to get out of the house where I now spend my days alone, obsessing about the real estate market situation.

I don't look like the above photo anymore, in fact this time I've already lost all the weight I had gained (probably because I had never expected how the work involved with two kids would be exponentially higher than with one). I still breastfeed but we're in the last weeks now, and doing it less and less. I enjoy the accrued freedom but there's a little bit of mourning too, since I'm never going to do this ever again, I'll soon never have an infant to care of again.

Instead I now have an 11 month-old who spends all of her energy exploring and socializing right now. Who loves to laugh and already displays humor and determination. Who has lots of hair, cute and even a little curly. Who correctly points to several different things when asked: daddy, LP, cat, fish, flower, boat.

Who continues rocking all of our worlds.

Goes by so fast.