unedited for 100 days. Day 3

This time last year I was 2 days past due. I remember thinking that it was possible I would just remain pregnant the rest of my life and that I would have to answer to the curious strangers on the street forever, telling them "Yep, still pregnant. just 41 years over due. Thanks, yeah we are really soaking up these last days of just the two of us." I also remember simply daydreaming about what it would feel like to hold my daughter. To look into her eyes and be like "hey there, I'm mom".  It's crazy how quickly something becomes normal. The moment she was placed on my chest, it was like 'Of course she's here. How could she not be? Hey baby, I'm mom!' I didn't know that this time last year I still had about 10 days to go. It's strange how I can barely remember anything else about what I was thinking and how I was feeling in those final days. I was scrolling pictures back to a year ago and landed on a picture of me sitting on the floor of her nursery- not doing anything, just sitting in the room that was about to be my daughters room. I stared at that picture for a while and tried my best to remember what it felt like to be that girl. The girl waiting to meet her baby. And if I could 'ghost of christmas future'  myself into that moment I would tell her "Jam, You are about to become a bad ass" and then I'd poof out of the room leaving her feeling very creeped out, but also with the the hope that whatever came her way, was going to make her better. That's how I feel now. My baby is almost a year and that makes me feel like a bad ass.