My precious, miracle baby will soon be a toddler. At least age-wise. She's not quite ready to walk yet (although my guess is that it'll happen in the next month).
This week has been one long walk down memory lane.
Last year at this time I had just gotten off 7 weeks of bedrest. I was HUGE. And Miriam was moving and kicking and pushing at me all the time.
On the 19th, I was taken off bedrest. On the 20th I went to our new church for the first time (for a Sunday service). One of my now-friends saw me for the first time and said to herself "whoa--that woman is REALLY pregnant!". I took it fairly easy the other days, but on the 22nd arround 6 pm, my water broke. And on the 23rd at 7:29 in the morning I gave the final (please, please, please!) push to bring Miriam into the world.
My life changed utterly.
I can't believe my baby is almost one.
I'm such a sappy mama.