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Sunday, February 10, 2013

It's..... a baby!

The time has finally come.

God willing, Baby #1 is on her or his way!!!!!!!!!!!!

I looked upon this milestone wish such distaste over the past several years of my life. Me with a baby did not seem like me. It seemed so foreign, outlandish, and incredibly difficult to handle a top a career of pottery.

But for a long time, when you asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would say, a stay at home potter mom. And that time is almost here.

And it seems so wonderful.

It is crazy how things can flip flop so quickly. But this is how I am. Prior to getting married, I could not stand the thought. It seemed reckless. Life endangering. Goal shattering. Now I think it is the most sacred, beautiful thing that can happen in this earthly life.

Prior to adopting my pup, I reveled in having the freedom that petlessness brings. I could leave town for days on end, stay out as long as I cared to, and sleep late without having a dog in my face. But now, listen. Jon took Daisy with him today and left me at home with no dog and it was just terrible! I love my baby so much I will risk getting defriended and blocked on facebook just for the sake of having her win a dog contest. Who wants to go out of town when a sweet pup will kiss your face when you get home?!

So now, here I am. 16 weeks pregnant and trying to picture my life, my pottery and my child that will be here in a short half of a year. Just as I do now, I know I will lean on my wonderful husband for tons of support as I start this journey and continue creating pots as much as I can. I will also lean on many many other people to keep this dream of being a stay at home potter mom alive.

But mostly, I can't wait to see my baby's life unfold, surrounded by clay, love, God, art, people, puppies and backyard running. I picture it in my mind, my studio that opens up to our yard, and my child(ren) playing, running, and making a mess with me. It sounds like the perfect life for me.

15 weeks, 5 days. Baby is the size of an apple.


Love, Lisa

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