I can't believe how quickly the past year has gone. And the nine months prior to that! No more spontaneous and drunken post work adventures. No more last minute dirty weekends away with the other half. A trip to the shops with a baby is like a military operation. Nappies - check. Wipes - check. Bottles - check. Muslins - check. Toys - check. The list goes on. These days I am more efficient and organised in my mummy role than I ever was as PA to the managing partner of the international law firm I used to work for.
My friends claim they knew I was pregnant before I did. I had given up alcohol for lent and they could not fathom why I would want to abstain from my beloved red wine for forty days and forty nights. I was actually doing it in an attempt to shift some pounds (not for religious reasons, much to my good Catholic mother's dismay) and the fact that I might actually be pregnant didn't even cross my mind until a few weeks later when I realised my period was really rather late. Ten days in fact.
Cue sneaking off to the chemist in the next town in the dead of night to buy a Clearblue digital pregnancy test. One sleepless night later, the test told me I was "pregnant 3+ weeks".
My nine months of pregnancy flew by and before we knew it, myself and the other half found ourselves in the labour ward of our local hospital, panting and mooing and pushing. My labour was amazing. Please don't roll your eyes, it really was. I was very lucky that it only lasted 1 hour and 38 minutes from my waters breaking and first contraction. Things were moving along so quickly and I was so excited about meeting this new little person that I can honestly say it was ok. Yes it hurt (I ripped), yes it was very undignified (I pooed), but the moment they placed my little Mini Me onto my chest, all big blue eyes and black hair, I just loved her immediately and knew my life would never be the same again.
Ten months, two weeks and four days later it certainly isn't. My all night drinking sessions have been replaced by sleepless nights due to feeding and teething. My social life now predominantly revolves around tea and cake and baby gym and music classes instead of meals out and gigs and parties that last into the wee small hours. And do you know what? I bloody love it. Making sure my daughter is healthy and happy is my top priority; not spending all my money on dressing to impress and drinking the boys under the table. Although I am still partial to a nice glass of red now and again.