Thursday, 26 July 2012

It's the end of the world as we know it. And I feel fine.

Thank-you all so much for your lovely and supportive comments on my last two posts. I've basically been in full-on meltdown mode for the last few weeks (prefaced by not-quite-full-on meltdown mode for the last few months) over my son turning one.

If you are a regular reader you know that making him was no easy task. We had to find sperm on the internet (which sounds way more sketchy than it actually was - check out our story about our son's amazing dad). We had to coordinate our schedules with Andy's, do some fancy fertility math, and fly him to us at the exact right time. And then, once I finally was pregnant, it was a rough go. There was nine months of throwing-up There was the time at 22 weeks when we almost lost him. And then there was his less than ideal birth. Getting to him wasn't easy. But we kept our eye on the prize (as they say). Our perfectly precious baby boy was worth all of that (and more!). And I would do it all again in a heartbeat.

But during all of that preparation we were focussed on "the baby." What will we name the baby? How will we decorate the baby's room? When will Andy visit the baby? Who will stay home with the baby? The baby. The baby. The baby. Somehow in my sleep-deprived post-partum mind I have convinced myself that the end of the baby stage means that everything we worked so hard for is now coming to an end. And I've been so, so sad about it.

You may have noticed that my posting has become less frequent. That is because every time I sit down to write it feels like a big huge slap in the face reminder that my baby's not a baby anymore! And I'm much better at avoiding the things that bother me than confronting them.

But yesterday I finally opened up the CD that I agreed to review over a month ago. Twinkle Twinkle Little Rockstar. Lullaby Versions of R.E.M. I put it on for Mac and the coolest thing ever happened. He danced. He's been bopping a little to music over the last few weeks but today he full on boogied. He pulled himself up on the coffee table and smiled and giggled as we shimmied and shaked around the living room. 

We had so much fun and before I knew it I was a sobbing mess. My baby's not a baby anymore. But he's turning into his very own little person. He likes Lullaby Versions of R.E.M. and he may even end up on Dancing with the Stars one day. Or he may be that guy awkwardly doing the running man in a club. The possibilities are endless really. And we are going to have watching it all unfold.

So my apologies to Roma Music Group for taking so long to get this sponsored post up. But many, many thank-yous for giving me some much needed perspective at exactly the right time.

In the words of R.E.M., it's the end of the world as we know it. And I feel fine. 

*This post was sponsored by Twinkle Twinkle Little Rockstar. Lullaby Versions of R.E.M. But all opinions are mine and mine alone.  You can connect with Twinkle Twinkle Little Rock Star on Facebook and Twitter. Or purchase the CD or digital download on iTunes and Amazon.

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