It is almost 11:00 PM on Monday, May 8th. This time last year I was deciding if my labor was far enough along to be taken to the hospital.
I'm feeling a little emotional.
I don't remember if I felt this way for Griff's 1st b-day.
I know. I know. Every baby is different.
But I'm still surprised be HOW different this experience is.
I know he's my last.
I'm buzier. I'm working more. Sometimes I feel like I'm too busy to enjoy him like Griff.
Or is it that it's not new?
I just can't believe it's already been a year.