Before Camilla was born, I admit that I worried a bit about whether or not I would get the “baby blues.” I have a past history of depression and it seemed like just the sort of thing I would be prone to. That’s why it has come as such a pleasant surprise that I have been fairly ecstatically happy instead. I don’t want to say that things will always be like this (or that there haven’t been any tears at all), but there have just been so many good things that I don’t know how I could be sad for long even if I tried. Between a good birth experience, an amazing husband, a baby who nurses well (albeit painfully), and a mother who hands me delicious things to eat every time I turn around, life is very good.
And to make it even better, my brother just called and said that he proposed to his girfriend. And she said yes.
Also, I think I am free to spread the news that my sister and her husband are also expecting a baby — a boy — in December. Her pregnancy has been much more stressful than mine was, but the little miracle baby hung in there and is getting bigger and will make a very fabulous cousin and playmate for Camilla.
Basically, this has been the best year ever for my family. And it’s only June.