4 years, 364 days

Five years ago today I thought I was going to remain pregnant for the rest of my life. Marlo’s due date wasn’t until the following day, but pregnancy brain had convinced me that I could be the first person to remain pregnant forever. I’m one of the lucky ones whose kid actually showed up on the day she was due, and now this perfect, charming, ideal baby is well on her way to conquering the world and showing it little mercy.

Tomorrow she turns half a decade old. My Lil Donette.