four

four years ago, i was just a woman.

but then, i became a mom.

my pregnancy was awful, to put it lightly.

i was beyond sick the first six months and the last three i was manageably sick. meaning, i threw up every other day instead of every single day like my first two trimesters. it was the most uncomfortable i had ever been in my life. i lost over 20 pounds, which is quite a bit when your starting weight is average. i looked malnourished, despite my large belly and even younger than my actual age due to the weight loss around my face and limbs. my husband was going to school full-time while i worked and provided for our household, which was the only reason why i even got out of bed at all.

but i did get out of bed.

and trucked through every uncomfortable day... all 287 of them,

just to get a chance to have you in my life. and i'd do it all over again for you.

happy birthday little girl.

i can't believe you're four.