Twenty-three years have passed since the day I entered this world, 5 pounds 2 ounces, an itty bitty baby.
That is a preemie diaper… still looking a little to big on my buttocks. Thankfully I am no worse for the ware, despite spending the first few weeks in the hospital.
Maybe I’m feeling nastalgic – but looking through my baby pictures has stirred a new feeling… something I hadn’t experienced before while looking at these pictures. It really hits me that in four months I’m going to have a little one of my own.
No big plans for the day here. Maybe we’ll go out to dinner. I’m looking forward to Sunday though, since we are having a family get together at my parents’ home, including my local in-laws. I haven’t really “celebrated” my birthday since before college – so I am very excited about it. One day I’ll have a real party, with invitations and cool matching accessories.
In any case – I’m 23 now! Considering I was born in Germany at 5 am… the actual time of my birth in the US was March 1, at 11:00 pm. 🙂