I took this picture exactly one year ago today, on the morning of my due date. It was the last picture I took of myself pregnant. About 6 hours later, my contractions started and about 10 hours after that (just one hour past arriving on his due date), I met MGIII for the first time. His birthday is tomorrow but I can very vividly remember almost every moment of this day, last year. And I am feeling extremely nostalgic about it!
On this day last year, I turned 30. I had envisioned throwing a big party or fancy dinner to celebrate the milestone. Then I got pregnant and realized that I would be too far along to really enjoy it properly. So it passed with little fanfare, even though my nearest and dearest tried so hard to make it special for me. Everyone wanted to know what they could do for me, or give to me, I said “I just want my baby on the outside!” Don’t get me wrong—I spoiled myself a little. I shopped around Soho and got the Great Expectations massage at Bliss (you get to lie on your stomach bc of the special bed, which was a gift in and of itself!) and had a nice dinner with my husband. But it was so hot and I was so swollen and could only mentally focus on this huge, life-changing event that was so imminent that my 30th birthday was just a little blip on the radar.
This year, we are having that big party to celebrate my 31st birthday and my sweet son’s 1st birthday. We’ve got lots of friends and family coming to join us and it really feels like an occasion to celebrate. I’m so glad that I didn’t get to have the party last year because this year I get to blow out the candles with my boy!
31 is the the 30!