Old Skool? I think so.

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Two years..... already!?

So in two weeks my baby girl is going to be two years old. HOLY CRAP! I don't have many words for the past couple of years. Oh, who am I kidding? You're damn right I have a bagillion words for this.

I remember the day I found out I was pregnant. I was sure I was simply going to the doctor to discuss my health at the time, and what I could do to become healthy enough to get pregnant. I hadn't been feeling well for quite some time, but had basically blamed my terrible eating habits on my almost constant stomach aches. Funny, my doctor didn't want to hear much about anything that I thought was wrong. Her solution, "pee in this cup, then we'll talk". I peed. And I waited... Thank goodness my Mom was with me (Yup, I sure am a baby sometimes hey?). When my doctor came back in, she looked at me and said "Well Lyn, there's two pink lines. How do you feel?". I felt pretty silly, but I had to be honest... "What does two pink lines mean..." "It means you're pregnant Lyn! How do you feel about this?" Too funny. This literally meant that my future husband and I wouldn't even have to try and get pregnant now! No stress!!

However, this made things so much clearer. Every symptom of craziness, emotion and physical... well crappiness, was basically just explained right here right now. Although I'd taken 5 at home tests, I finally knew what my problem was! WOO! Having this new knowledge in my hands was not all it was cracked up to be. Of course Jake and I, as well as our families, were very excited to soon be blessed with this new baby, but the pregnancy was making me sick on a daily basis. Diclectin was officially my new best friend.

My due date of October 28, 2009 came and went. On halloween night (October 31), Jake sat on the floor playing video games, I was on the couch doing a soduku puzzle, my water broke. All calm I snuck into the bathroom and called my Mom (again, I am a baby too.). By 3:17pm the next afternoon Sunday November 1, 2009 miss Mya was born..

Obviously the days since have been full of poopy diapers, crying, temper tantrums, discoveries, love, hugs, kisses, owies.... I could go on forever. The one thing that has become absolutely clear - I was meant to be a Mom. I LOVE every single minute I have with my girl. I am very fortunate to have a husband who makes enough money that I don't have to work. I have a little salon chair in my kitchen, and a very slowly blooming business of hairstyling. It doesn't make much, but it definitely pays at least the same as any part time job I would get. My honey goes away for 24 days at at a time usually and is typically home for 4. Usually this isn't the case. But the sacrifice that he makes being away from everyone he knows and loves, to give us the life we have is an amazing gift.

As miss Mya learns to talk and becomes more independent, I feel like she is growing up so quickly. Everytime she spends a night or two away from home, I feel like I pick her up and she's grown a foot. Hundreds of pictures and videos to capture as many moments as I can. I want to be able to look back and cherish these memories when I'm 87. I know, if my Mom busted out home movies from when I was two years old I would probably laugh at her. But all of these silly things I hold onto, maybe Mya will love them, but if not, I always will.

So here's my quick letter to Mya for her second birthday....
"dear Mya; Happy second birthday! My amazing bug! It feels like just yesterday your Dad was frantically driving me to the hospital as labor began. You amaze me in so many ways every single day. Your imagination is a place I would like to spend just one day. Your laugh is infectious and literally ALWAYS puts a smile on my face. Miss Mya Helen, you are the sunshine in so many peoples lives. You're the friendliest little girl, wanting everyone to be your friend. Adventerous. Devious. Shy. Cute as a flipping' button. You aren't scared of a thing. Except maybe the dark, and you know what? That's okay! I hope you have the best year being two. But please be good for Mommy and Daddy! And always, always remember, I love you more than anything in this entire world. Love, Mommy"