I knew when I had a baby that my life would be forever changed.
I knew I'd love more and get less sleep.
I knew that my body would change and that I would change a lot of diapers.
I knew that I wanted to be a certain person as a mother; I knew that I would be a work-in-progress.
I knew that labour would be a challenge. I knew that it would be worth it.
I didn't know how freakin' much I'd love this tiny person that I grew.
I didn't know that I would look at her 2 years later and marvel at the fact that she lived inside of me for 9 months.
I didn't know that the idea of having another baby someday would cause me so much turmoil.
And I didn't know that my feet would grow 1/2 a size, causing me to give away 6 of my favourite pairs of shoes (after hoping and praying for 2 years that my shoe size would shrink).