Tomrrow is the day!

I can't believe that a year ago today at 5pm was when it all started happening.

5pm is when I got my first contraction, although I didn't realise it was a contraction as it wasn't really that painful. I thought that I was braxtons hicks so I pop some panadol and had a relaxing bath (which I fell asleep in) and then went to bed.

The next day is when everything got interesting.

I am sitting here thinking about everything that happened and I am little sadden that this year has gone so quick, that tomorrow he isn't my little baby any more, that he is my toddler/1 year old.

Well I guess he will always be my little baby boy, even when he is 30.