Jack's birth month.
One of my favorite things to do right now is think back to what I was doing a year ago at this time.
I was LARGE with the thickest ankles in the neighborhood, bloated sausage toes, eating an obscene amount of hamburgers, waddling around thinking to myself, "Any day could be the day!"
Now I know why my mom always wanted to tell me all of those "boring" things about her pregnancy and me being born.
Come to think about it, shouldn't birthdays actually be a celebration for the mothers?
I mean seriously. That was hard.
And soooooooo worth it.
Happy birthday month, Jack!
(and by "Happy birthday month" I really mean, will you please get back to taking really good naps? Morning nap, don't leave me now!!)