The Way-Back Machine

Today was pee-stick day. One year ago, we found out that the little boy who quietly snores in the other room was lodged in my body. One short year, one short human! If the bun hadn't eaten every last brain cell, I would write something pithy and clever about it. Instead, I leave you with this thought:

While his gas keeps me up all night because of his fidgeting, at least when he flails around he knocks the cradle cap out of his hair. So, BONUS!