Enjoying the Ride

Hubbykins greeted me this morning with, "Happy 1 year Due-Date-iversary!"  I've spent an entire year saying, "One year ago today, I was just finishing morning sickness, feeling him kick, big as a submarine, etc."  I won't be able to say that much longer.

I greeted the Pea with a kiss on that little spot above his nose that God designed for baby kisses.  One year ago today, I wasn't super happy with him.  He took his time sweet time waiting to come out.

Looking back on my pregnancy, I can't say that I enjoyed it.  I worried.  I reveled.  I loved.  But I didn't just sit back and enjoy.  There were some extraneous complicating factors out of my control involved, but it still makes me sad looking back.  Just a twinge of regret.  The Pea will always be my first child, and my WIP will always be my first novel.

I don't want to look back on these early days of writing--carrying a notebook around to scribble picture book ideas, breathing a sigh of relief when a scene gels, staying up until midnight in a frenzy of creativity--and regret.  I want to enjoy this process.  I will let myself enjoy this process.


  1. Hi Karen,

    Thanks for visiting my blog. I know what you mean. I didn't enjoy my son's newborn stage. I had a fifteen month old when I through him into the world, and she sucked up all my time. So, I have some regrets too.

  2. Oops, through? threw? I meant "brought" ... interesting Freudian slip.

  3. Ha! I didn't even catch the typo. Thanks so much for visiting my blog. I really enjoy yours. I read some of your old posts, and they resonated with me (Okay, I was totally screaming, "Oh my goodness! I could have written that.")

  4. Good reminder to enjoy the journey.