This is my last entry in the journal before I went into labor. I am feeling very mushy this night as I think that a year ago today, I was full of life and ready to burst...

Mushy month continues. Today, this came in handy because it reminded me of a few things that I tend to forget when I get wound up in the details of life...

I realize now why some prisoners commit crimes shortly after leaving prison in hopes to be put back in (well, kinda). At 36 weeks and 1 day, I was allowed to finally leave the prison that was my bed. Although truth be told by that stage, I didn't want to. Well, I did but I was so tired most of the time that I wanted to run and do what I had to and then jump back into the bed.

As I inch towards my baby girl's first birthday, I am looking back to the journal I have kept since we found out we were having her. It's amazing that a year has gone by and now I can hold her and cuddle her and love her all I want to (and I am not on bed rest: thank you Jesus!). Here's what I said to my frog princessexactly one year ago.