Nine months ago today...

I became a mom, my husband became a father. I hope we are wiser, stronger and better nine months later. We've learned how to sleep with a baby in our arms. How to work as a team changing a diaper in the middle of the night.

Our house has been transformed. We no longer have a dining room with a cabinet full of wine glasses. We have a playroom complete with a plastic fence to keep the baby in and the dogs out. We've learned just how little sleep we can survive on. We've learned to multitask at everything. Above all, I've learned to slow down, live a little and trust my husband completely.

Nine months ago today, probably about this time of day, I looked down at this little boy who grew inside of me and wondered how old he would be when he stopped thinking his parents were the center of the universe. I looked at his perfect ears and ear lobes that formed in my belly. I hoped that he never pierced them. As I touched them, fresh newborn skin, I prayed that he would never turn into a bratty teenager I wouldn't want to be around. Most of all I prayed that I wouldn't screw this little human being up too much. I prayed he would love being my son as much as I loved being his mother and someday he would know what it was like to spend the first night as a parent. Bleary-eyed, filled with love, grateful for life and ready to learn.

My little man.