lucky.

It's amazing how quickly we forget. I suppose if we remembered (or if we could adequately describe it to other women)the human race would have died out long ago. But here we are - in 2011 and the human population is only growing. So, it's evident that we forget the discomfort of pregnancy, the pains of labor, the trials and errors of having a newborn. There must be some sort of chemical imbalance that helps us to simply erase our memory of what we go through to bring life into this world purely so that we will keep doing it. It probably isn't so much that we 'forget' but that our minds have a funny way of tricking us into primarily remembering the good stuff. Like the incredibly surreal experience of feeling your unborn child kick you from within, or the high you feel as you hold your baby on your chest for the first time. Or the bond you get from nourishing your baby from your own body... or the nirvana of looking into your newborn babies eyes and really meeting him for the first time. These memories will be the ones that take place of the not-so-pleasant ones 2 years down the road, when your baby is now walking and talking and turning into their very own little person. These memories will be the ones you hold on to when your babies are all grown up, and having babies of their own. It's that which reminds me to take everything as it comes, take deep breathes and enjoy every moment of the life I was graced with. It reminds me to appreciate the amazing humans whom rule my life, but who do so with love. I hope I never underestimate just how lucky I am.