Today is the five year anniversary of this:
Tomorrow is the very last OB appointment of my life. (How perfect would it have been if it were today? so close...only I would think about something so stupid.)
Five years, three kids, two houses later, here we are. This is our family. This is how we will always look. No more unknowns. Well, okay, yes there are. Of course there are! But in terms of who makes up our family: this is it. Two girls and a baby boy, which is exactly what I always wanted (embarassment of riches is the phrase you're looking for.) (well. Not really. Close, though. I bet there's a perfect word for it in German. They have the best words.)
Five years is a really long time, and I can hardly even remember the person I was before these three nuggets dropped into our laps. But I look at that picture, and I totally cannot believe it's been that long. For five years, I have been pregnant or breastfeeding. Eleven months from now, I will wean my last baby, and my body will be mine and mine alone for the rest of my life. And most of all?
I really, really need to buy new clothes. Seriously. Damn.