It’s time for the pregnancy blog to close down. My baby is a month old and pregnancy seems like a million years ago. Just yesterday I tried to remember how badly it hurt to birth and I could no longer recall that information. Rest assured that birth amnesia or not, I am continually reminding myself that it was incredibly, blindingly painful and I will never intentionally impregnate myself ever again. Next month I turn 30 and I am ready for the next phase of my life. I am uber-excited for my 30’s. I am convinced that I will completely find myself and my place sometime during this next decade of life. These next ten years will not include birth control (as Brent is finally getting a vasectomy.) They will not include rushed trips to the pharmacy for a home pregnancy test. They will not include morning fucking sickness or a 65 pound weight gain that renders me unrecognizable to family and friends. These years are mine. I will raise two boys into men and two others into stinky, dirty, video-game-obsessed boys. I will finally lose the baby weight–ALL of it. Not just from this baby, but from the FIRST baby that took me out of a single-digit jean size for the last ten (ten!) years. Oh, no. I’m taking it all back. Amid baby puke and bathtime and laundry and dishes I am going to turn into a kickass 30-something. You just watch.

Enough of the rambling. I’m closing on my first house this week (very 30ish, right?) and Christmas is coming and I’ve got a new blog in the works for anyone who is interested. Please leave a comment if you’d like the address emailed to you.

Goodbye!