One year ago

I was the size of a house.

My maternity pants were tight.

I was tired. My back hurt. I couldn't ever sleep.

I was STILL PREGNANT. Hell I was thirty seven MONTHS pregnant. Or at least it felt that way.

A year ago I was at the end of a rough week. I was having my blood pressure monitored. I had sciatica. I had a small human being inside my belly constantly doing back flips, throwing wild parties, and redecorating my ribcage.

I was miserable.

A year ago I went to the doctor and told her that something didn't feel right, beyond the normal pregnancy woes. She ran some tests and promptly sent me over to labor and delivery.

It was time to have a baby.

It's hard to believe a year has gone by. My Little Man has changed my life in so many ways.

At four o'clock tomorrow afternoon, my baby will be one. Happy Birthday darling boy!