Who Am I?

Who am I?  For 24 years I was "just me". For 9 months I was pregnant.  And now for almost 7 months I have been a mom.  And add to that a daughter, a wife, a granddaughter, a cousin, a niece, an employee, a teacher, a friend, probably even sometimes an enemy, and the list could go on.  Whew, that’s a lot of things to be!  The best one by far is being a mom.  I am Owen’s mom.  But I feel as though those 9 months of being pregnant never existed.  I look at myself in the mirror and see almost zero sign that I was ever pregnant.  The only thing left is the slightest hint of the pooch gaining those 42 pounds during pregnancy left.  I had a doctors appointment a few weeks ago and I have never felt so out of place sitting in the waiting room.  Like I didn’t belong there because I wasn’t pregnant.  Never mind the countless appointments that I just had with a big belly in tow.  When I go to Babies R Us to get some things for Baby O, again I feel like I don’t belong.  Like only pregnant women were supposed to be in that store.  Ridiculous, right?  I can’t believe how much I miss being pregnant.  It truly defined who I wanted to be for so long, and just like that it was over.  But then I think the goal wasn’t to get pregnant, the goal was to bring home a healthy baby, and we did that.  So why am I struggling seeing myself as a mom?  I guess because I’ve only been doing it for a few months?  Maybe it’s because I don’t get the attention that I did when I had a big belly?  People who don’t know me have no clue that I have a new baby at home.  They just see me as a “normal person.”  And what’s so wrong with that?  I think back so often to those final days being pregnant, and how everything just fell into place.  But again, keeping the eye on the prize, we brought Owen home. What am I saying through my ramblings? I am saying to those pregnant moms who read this bog, even though it seems like FOREVER until D-Day, try to slow down and enjoy this time. You will miss feeling those kicks and even those incessant doctor appointments. So who am I? I am Owen’s biggest fan. The end.

Disclaimer* I am NOT wanting to be pregnant again for a while. 

My Happy Baby... helping me in the kitchen.