I am officially no longer employed.
Yesterday, I turned in my official letter of resignation to my supervisor and am embarking on the career of stay-at-home-parent.
It's scary not having a job. I can't remember the last time I didn't work, even if the job was only a few hours a week.
But it's exciting, too. I am thrilled to stay home with my baby while she is a baby--such a short time of her life. Work will still be there, waiting for me in a few short months when she's older, walking and talking.
And so, the adventure continues.
Monday, March 10, 2008
January 21 at 11:30 P.M.
One minute, I'm writhing in the most agonizing pain known to woman-kind, my body taking over the task of expelling a human against my will; the next minute, there is a living, breathing, screaming baby on my chest, wet and sticky with life.
She is beautiful and I am in love. I think about her all the time, whether we are apart or together. I want to hold her constantly, feeling her soft skin against mine. I stroke her soft, fine hair, twirling it between my fingers like a lover.
This love, it isn't instantaneous but a gradual creeping that becomes utterly overwhelming.
This love, it is intense and all consuming.
This love. It is worth everything.