To My Hubby On Valentine’s Day:
I love you, and you are amazing, but just a warning, this Valentine’s Day will be different…
This Valentine’s Day, I am sporting 25 extra pounds. The cute clothes hanging in my closet no longer fit me, not even close. I hope they will eventually, but for now, just expect me in my sweats.
This Valentine’s Day, sweats should be fine, as I have made no dinner reservations. But remember, tummy time at 8:30, then bathy-wathy time at 9:00. Oh, and I will need to pump by 10:00.
This Valentine’s Day, I have not even showered. I hope to at some point today. And to be honest, I am not even certain I put deodorant on this morning.
This Valentine’s Day, my nails are not painted. Only specks of pink, leftover from my “pregnancy pedicure” I got a week before she arrived.
This Valentine’s Day, my legs are hairy. Honestly, I cannot remember the last time I shaved them. Perhaps I will try to do that for you today – if naptime allows.
This Valentine’s Day, I am wearing sweat pants on which I spilled milk and a robe with baby drool on the collar. But I will change before you get home. I hope.
This Valentine’s Day, I will pass on the cocktails. Otherwise, I will have to dump my milk, and you know it makes me cringe. It really is liquid gold.
This Valentine’s Day, we will have fun at home together, but I am also looking forward to hitting the pillow later. Maybe I will even skip my 3AM pumping session, since it is Valentine’s Day. That sounds amazing.
This Valentine’s Day, I did not buy any lingerie. It just would not be sexy with nursing pads underneath, you know? But maybe I will wear a real bra for you today, instead of a nursing sleep bra. Maybe.
This Valentine’s Day, I will dig out my make-up and try to put on some foundation before you get home. Maybe even some blush and mascara. Maybe.
This Valentine’s Day, Hubby, though I may appear a disaster, I feel beautiful – because This Valentine’s Day, I am a new Mommy. And I now realize how beautiful Mommies are, especially my own.
This Valentine’s Day, though I have not worked out in months, I feel tough – because I am a new Mommy. And I now realize how tough Mommies are, especially my own.
This Valentine’s Day, all those other things, those “me” things, they don’t matter so much – because I am a new Mommy. Life is different now, but in a good way, a very special and unexplainable way.
This Valentine’s Day, my top priority is being a Mommy. Oh, and I hope you know how much it means to me when you tell me that I am a good Mommy to our baby. I also love when you tell me that I look beautiful, even when I am clearly the biggest mess in the world.
This Valentine’s Day, I cannot believe our baby is two months old. I am happy to be home with her, with no dinner reservations. I want to spend every moment with her – slowly, without rushing toward the future.
This Valentine’s Day, she consumes my heart – and yours, too, I am certain. She is the axis on which my whole world revolves, and I had no idea I could love someone this much. She is my miracle.
This Valentine’s Day, she is mine and I am hers. I am her Mommy and you are her Daddy. We are a family, and that is all that truly matters.