Five

Once I could finally feel Harper kicking, I would freak out when I couldn’t. I was known to shake my jolly belly with both hands to wake her up, just to make sure everything was OK.

And I still sneak in to make sure she’s still breathing when she’s sleeping. I took a first aid course a few weeks ago in the hopes that knowing what to do if something happens would relax me a little. All it did was add fuel to the raging fire that is my crazy overactive mind. And it gave me stuff to worry about that I had never even thought about. Hooray.

If I have learned nothing else this year (and don’t worry, because I have), it’s that having a child means you get to worry about all sorts of shit for the rest of your life.