I wanted to have a baby when I was 27. I figured that would give me enough time to have all my babies by 32 (if we decided to have 3, if we are only having 2 we are in really good shape!) and that seemed like a reasonable plan. And then I wasn't sure that it would happen. Well Parker, you made it, just under the wire. I thought that I would be sharing birthday celebrations with him since his due date was so close to my birthday. But clearly he didn't want to share.
I turn 28 today. And 28 seems kind of old. It's closer to 30 than 25. But I feel like I am where I'm supposed to be. I'm happily married, we have a nice house, I have a good job, and a sweet baby boy who has really turned us into a family. Oh and a cat, the poor forgotten about kitten.
For my birthday Parker decided to have an upset tummy all night and keep me awake. Thank you for that wee Parker, but mommy would have preferred sleep for her birthday.
And he has continued the trend into today and I'm having to keep him in my baby wrap or else he's a very unhappy baby. He makes it hard to get anything done.
But what more could I ask for then spending my 28th birthday with this sweet little man.