I remember New Year’s Eve 1993 vividly. A bunch of us were gathered around the television at a friend’s house to watch the ball in Times Square Drop and ’93 turn into 1994: the year we’d all graduate from high school. When the countdown started, the shrieks, squeals and cheers began and before I knew it, I was in the midst of a pile on of friends, all hugging and giddy and goofy over it being OUR year. We were the seniors, the Class of 1994, and now we were officially on the home stretch of the path toward the milestone.

I don’t recall feeling the same significance of advancing to a new year since then (save for 2000, which was big as the millennium and because we all wondered if the power grid would fail and the world would end…). Until now.

When midnight came and went last week, it took my breath away a little. Despite the fact that this pregnancy has sped by so fast I can barely believe it’s actually happened, somehow the yet-to-be-crossed bridge from 2009 to 2010, the year the baby will be born, created the illusion that time was a plenty still and that our child’s arrival was a bit away (giving us leeway to say, register, finish the nursery, read more instructions on how this will all work!).

But now here we are, on the home stretch of the path toward this major milestone.

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