The Quickening

For some reason, I thought pregnancy was supposed to be a wonderful, joyous time...ummm...yeah, no.
He’s going to be 1 next Thursday. 
The first year wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.  My little man is no longer a baby.  I’m still sane.  Dudeguy is still sane (aside from lighting that damn fertility goddess candle on my nightstand…).  We’re good. 
Check in with me in another year.  We’ll reevaluate this whole thing. 

He’s going to be 1 next Thursday. 

The first year wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.  My little man is no longer a baby.  I’m still sane.  Dudeguy is still sane (aside from lighting that damn fertility goddess candle on my nightstand…).  We’re good. 

Check in with me in another year.  We’ll reevaluate this whole thing. 

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