One year ago today I looked like this:
Trying to ignore the signs of a cold that had begun, the next morning I woke up full on sick. I decided that Monday would be my last day of work for a while as I spent the next week relaxing, trying to get better, and tying up my loose ends from home. I just kept worrying what if I am sick and I have the baby, will they let me kiss all over his sweet little face, will I give him my cold, will I be able to puuuuush when I cant even breathe?
To be continued.