One year ago today I was waiting. Waiting, waiting waiting. I was closing fast on 37 weeks pregnant, and tired of it, and wanting the baby out and terrified of giving birth.

A lot has happened over the past year, but somehow it's impossible to believe it's been a year already. My daughter is almost toddling, and I talked to my boss today about coming back to work.

And I'm pretty sad about it. It's part time work. She has a great daycare spot. We'll still be together. And I know that not only is this very likely the best possible decision for all of us, for so many reasons, but also that in the off chance it doesn't work out, I can probably quit my job in 2012 and stay home. So it's all good. Really. It is.

But I am so, so sad anyway.