*Heads Up – This post contains potty talk. I’m always getting on my 4 year old’s case about not using potty talk, but sometimes there’s just no way around it… Like when your entire story is about a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad poop.
A sweet family member of mine recently posted on her blog about the #momfail trend on social media, and how we need to change that hashtag to #ilearnedsomething. I really appreciated that post, and I definitely had an #ilearnedsomething moment last night.
This has by far been my most uncomfortable pregnancy. Seriously, this baby is gonna have to be REALLY cute to make me want to do this again. 1st trimester it was the nausea, 2nd trimester it was the bronchitis, and now 3rd trimester its the sciatica and pressure in my pelvis. So I haven’t been quite as diligent this time around at taking “bumpies” as I have with past pregnancies, but I did manage to find a picture from pretty much every stage.
Kender is 6… I’m the mom of a 6 year old… It’s a little weird to think about! I remember bringing him home from the hospital and being absolutely terrified because I had no idea how to take care of a baby. He was so precious and small with the biggest, sweetest eyes. Kender taught me how to be a mom. He taught me (and still teaches me daily) how to be patient. He’s teaching me how to be selfless. He taught me how to organize, and he’s taught me that I can do more and handle more than I ever thought I could. I couldn’t be more proud of the amazing little boy he’s become.