Ok, so I know I'm cheating here. In this picture, I was seven months preggo, and I'm now eight and a half. But I figured any pic is better than none.
This picture could be called cute-mom-belly. I now feel like my current style would be classified as giant-watermelon-under-the-shirt, Michelin man hands, flip-flops-go-everywhere, and mini-mom-pony-tail.
And today is the last day that I will ever be just 30 years old. It's making me a bit reflective about the last 30 years and what the next 30 will hold. But it also doesn't feel like a big deal at all. (Until I realize that I will be almost 50 when Moriah is 18. You have got to be kidding me! I digress....) My birthday has taken quite a back seat to the life growing in me.
I hope you all have a great week this week. 31 years ago, my mom wasn't getting any sleep at all. In 6 weeks, neither will I.