My timehop took me on a walk down memory lane this week, with a photo of me 38 weeks preggo with Paxton Clay.
7 years ago this morning, at 4am, I woke up uncomfortable and rolled over to hear a POP POP sound. Apparently, I heard my own water breaking because by the time I got to our master bath, that became QUITE obvious.
I am not going to re-tell the whole miracle story of this precious baby's miracle gestation and birth, but listen, I'd be super honored if you'd go read it here, on our old blog:
The Story of Paxton
This photo *ALMOST* makes me wish for another. Ooo I just wanna kiss those squishy lips! Eeek!
Say it with me now, 4 and NO MORE, 4 and NO MORE..... ;)