Weekends are my chance to spend time with Matt, share a bit more of the daily baby duties, and catch up on household/personal stuff while I’m getting a break (although I’ve been begged to stay on the couch more often rather than push myself, so we’ll see how that goes). And Sunday was my dad’s last day in town during his latest visit, so blogging definitely hit the back burner.
I’ll catch up on the weekend’s Reverb posts here, post today’s prompt as a separate entry, and then… we’ll see. I’m trying to learn my ‘things don’t happen on a schedule with a newborn’ lesson gracefully, but it doesn’t always work.
Please post your favourite picture of yourself from 2013, self-portrait or otherwise!
Selfie: I took this photo the day Matt went back to work, while I was still stapled up. That was a really awful morning, but I’m looking so relieved because it was the first time I sat on our couch since I went into labour. There was no way for me to get off of the couch, but Matt helped me sit down and handed me the baby while he was showering, and it was such a relief to FINALLY not be sitting on a hard chair.
This one is my actual favourite, though. I know you guys just saw this, but it’s my favourite picture, probably one of my favourite pictures, ever — one of our first family photos. I don’t know if it’s weird to print an image of people in surgical garb, one of whom is still undergoing surgery, but I kind of want to print this huge and hang it in our house somewhere.
What went right in 2013?
We’ve had a few exercises in looking for the silver lining:
We started our year off feeling rough, feeling like marriage was harder than advertised, feeling the dark and dreary fingers of winter jabbing at us — but we worked together to learn how to communicate, how to lift one another out of the gloom, how to look ahead to brighter days. That effort pays off with every good day we have.
Our house turned out to have a bunch of quirks — ungrounded outlets, unattached trim, the world’s largest water leak — but the timing of buying it worked out perfectly in terms of not getting stranded while our lease came up, it’s warm and keeps us sheltered, we got quite a number of things accomplished here before our budget and time ran out, and now that M is here, it feels like a home.
M outwaited two sets of grandparents with her late arrival — but Matt and I got to spend lots of time with family, and now they have a good reason to come back and visit.
Our birth experience didn’t go to plan at all — but our baby girl made it here, safely, and I’m recovering without complications. We learned that what we thought were our limits aren’t our limits at all, when we need to be strong and brave.
We didn’t get to travel much or far — but it’s doubled our motivation to get outta here in 2014.