Happy birthday to me

From the moment the stick said 'yes!', we wondered about whether the baby would be born before, after, or even on my birthday. And we never really knew how to respond when asked (more than once), "How old will you be when you deliver?" We got our answer to these questions on September 28. Jakob, it seems, did not want to share his birthday with me.

So, here I am. My first birthday as a mother. And, in terms of sleep deprivation, last night was one of the worst.

If I had made a cake, I'd be at risk of self immolation from falling asleep face-first into the blazing forest of candles.

{sigh}