One year ago today, I went Internet Public with my pregnancy. Let's do a little comparison, shall we?
-he still hasn't worn the bib I embroidered for him. I, uh, may need to remedy that in a near-future-photo-shoot...
-I'm definitely back to blogging. Maybe not quite as timely as I'd hoped, but I am getting the sheer volume done, so go me.
-he was totally born earlier than the 12th, just like his witch-mother foretold
-he is still a boy
-we gave him a fantastic name (a wizard name), which was on the list, although I'm still just a teensy bit sad Nathan wouldn't let me name him Odysseus. And he remains Neeps on the Internet.
-I still haven't blogged about Scotland. Damn it.
It's weird to think back to being pregnant. To tell the truth, I only sort of remember it- it's a blurry sort of time in my memory banks. (Thanks for the mental protection, Mother Nature!) Mostly I remember how that little bugger loved to dig his heel into the upper-right portion of my rib cage, right near my sternum.
And now he loves to lean onto whatever exposed flesh I have, zerbert it, and start laughing. Much better.