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Tuesday, November 23rd, 2010
Driving home from D’s birthday dinner with family Sunday, I checked something on my phone, and it lit up my face for a few moments. D looked at me and said, “You look different since having Ruby.”
I smirked and said, “You mean fatter?”
“No,” he said, carefully, “Just different. More … motherly.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“A good thing.”
I thought about that for a moment. I do look different – more stretch marks, bigger waist, bigger boobs, perpetually tangled hair from sitting in the recliner and having babygirl try to stuff my hair in her mouth. But I didn’t think that was what D had in mind (or else, surely, he would have the decency not to say so!).
“Maybe it’s because I smile more,” I said. It’s true, I do. Since Ruby was born, I have been stressed, I have been tired. But I have been happy, so happy.
Cautiously, D said “Why didn’t you smile before?” as if he thought he might’ve been the cause.
“Because I was sad.”
He was quiet for a moment. He reached across and took my hand.
“I’m glad you’re not sad anymore.”
I squeezed his hand. “Me too.”
Ruby, sleeping in her car seat, sighed sweetly.
That made me tear up. Here’s to beautiful babies and their ability to make us happy.
Cheers to contentment and bliss!