2 and counting

Two years ago, I spent the entire day pacing around my house, constipated and uncomfortable, moving from room to room, laying on my bed, laying on the couch, sitting on the toilet, crawling on the floor, moaning everywhere I went. I was dead exhausted from being up the whole night before with said constipation, but my body just refused to let me rest or relax or find any sort of comfort whatsoever.

At about 5:30 that day, I realized that my constipation was actually just Ryland saying “let me out, mom, I’m ready.” And while his birth at 8:41pm ended one truly incredible experience (my pregnancy), it began a new journey for me, one that has been maddening and exhilarating and all things in between.

Happy 2nd birthday, little bug. Thank you for giving my life a little more chaos and a lot more meaning.

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