Okay, look, you know how I am. I get very nostalgic, but at least I only started it today, not weeks ago.
To be honest, the memories of “six years ago today” are getting a little fuzzy. (Good thing I have a blog. Ha!) I do remember being…itchy. Exhausted. Swollen. Uncomfortable (to put it mildly.) But ecstatic that I only had, you know, 24 hours left. And end in sight. In retrospect, I wish they hadn’t had an opening in the OR on December 4. I wish they’d forced me to wait a few more days, even a week. I just needed a goal. Anyway, I’m rambling. The boys were healthy and even though they were born nearly 7 weeks early, I hardly considered them preemies.
No one wants to see pictures from that day, they’re really not pretty. I mean, look. I took no pictures that day, and in fact the only picture I took in the days before the delivery was this comically bad selfie in the hospital bathroom.
Anyway, I’m not sure what the point of this post is. Today is the last day of my little boys being 5. I thought 5 seemed old, but 6 is like…really old. I’m pretty sure I feel like that every year, but for real this time. Six. Six. SIX. Oops. Shouldn’t say it like that.