A girl I worked with was going to try to have a baby and she thought it would be fun if we had a race to see who could get pregnant first. So she challenged me to this race and after Santa agreed I stopped taking birth control. Little did I know, this girl had already been trying to get pregnant for 3 months before she challenged me to this race. But In February I found out I was pregnant! Woo hoo! AND Reese's is 6 weeks older than her son. Because Mrs. Claus has 4 little helpers and the second I got off birth control I got pregnant every single time.
I am so thankful for Reese's she puts a smile on my face. She was the best pregnancy and the EASIEST delivery of all four! If I could have THAT pregnancy every time I would have a houseful. Delivery was a breeze, a couple of hours . . .maybe 30 minutes in the delivery room and NO STITCHES! Woo hoo! She was the absolute best!
After this baby I had my tubes tied and if it hadn't been for that incision I would have felt like going back to work 2 days after I got home from the hospital. Seriously, it was THAT good. Almost the second they handed her to me she SCREAMED and she didn't stop until she was almost 9 months old. In between 9 months and a year, I still was not convinced it was over, so I was always waiting for the colic to return . . . you know kind of on the edge of my seat.
It wasn't until Reese's was about this age that she really got over colic and I could enjoy her. Wasn't she sooo cute? (Reese's is the one in the black shorts.)
Now days, I am LUCKY to get a good picture of her because she is such a clown. . .
See what I mean?
So on those rare occasions
when I do get a good picture of her
I am THRILLED!
Happy Birthday, baby girl!!!