When M was about 2 months old, he would sometimes seem to cry for no reason. Eventually, after checking everything else off the list (not hungry, not sleepy, not wet...), I took off his clothes to make sure he wasn't being poked by anything or bitten by an ant or something. And as soon as I unstrapped his diaper, he let loose. And then he stopped crying. It didn't take a genius to figure it out. He had to go and didn't want to be stuck in a wet diaper. I just knew. And I was right. It's not like they never had wet diapers, but it became another part of taking care of them and making sure they were comfortable.
That wasn't the only time I "just knew".
When I stepped off the plane for my first three-week visit to Thailand, I knew I'd live here. It wasn't that I really, really wished I could, or that I wanted to (yet). I knew. It was a settled thing.
I knew M would be a thrill-seeker when he started rolling off my chest when I would lie back and lay him there to rest at just five weeks old. I was definitely right on that one.
I knew I was pregnant (both times) before I tested. And I knew I was having two little boys. Again, it wasn't a hunch or a hope, although I was thrilled and had always wanted two sons. I knew.
I paid a dollar to put my name in for the half court shot 50/50 raffle at a high school basketball game in sixth grade and knew they'd draw my name. They did. That wasn't the only time I'd ever put my name into a raffle... But that time I knew I would be chosen.
I knew there was something we could do about this, though I didn't know what it would be, at first.
And I knew I would love blogging and the community I would build here!
That's 10 things I just knew for this week's listicle!