Rinn is 7-months-old today and to commemorate the occasion I strapped him to my chest to mimic those final days of pregnancy. He nearly brought me to my knees as I tried to navigate the apartment stairs, but at 20 pounds and some-odd ounces, he weighs just a fraction of the weight that I gained during pregnancy. I now see it as a miracle that I packed on 50 pounds and lived to tell about it.
Happy Partial-Birthday Rinn!
Mommy loves you!
(Even if it felt like my butthole turned inside out trying to bring you into this world.)