Ethan started walking on Monday at the ripe old age of 10 months and 2 days. He pushes his fire engine, walking stroller, or the stool around the house. We spent at least an hour on Tuesday doing laps around the house. My back was killing me from leaning over to assist him in turning when he got to a wall or got stuck. If you are in front of him and he is walking towards you, he just has the biggest, happiest grin on his face. I am just amazed every day. However, much to my dismay he has started to climb the stairs. It used to be that I could run upstairs to brush my teeth or grab some socks and he would wait at the bottom of the stairs looking up at me. However, on Wednesday he was sitting on the first step. It took me a second to realize that he wasn't on the floor, and as I ran down the stairs, he fell off backwards. I caught him just as he fell, so he didn't bump his head. But I nearly had a heart attack.
One last piece of news is that after 19 months and 6 days I got my period again. It actually made me sad to see it (and also a bit relieved). It made me sad because my body is finally finished with Ethan's pregnancy and ready physically for another. Physically yes, mentally noooooo. But still it is another phase in the ending of the special bond Ethan and I shared. I imagine that when we finish breast feeding, I will be even more sad, because that will be the last physical connection I will have to him. After that he will be independent of me. Of course, he will still need me, but it will be different from the pregnancy and life as an infant where he relied upon my body to nurture him.
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