Was going through my archives just now, and currently feeling very nostalgic. I was 16 weeks pregnant this time last year, and I couldn’t wait to find out if we were having a girl or boy. How time flies, as they say. How is it that it has only been 29 weeks (yes, I still count in weeks!) since Logan was born and I now couldn’t imagine my life to be any different than what it is now? She has consumed me entirely, completed me, really, that I sometimes wonder what kept me going before she came along.
