Eight Years Ago...

I was a swollen, emotional mess. I was less than four weeks away from the delivery of my first child (a son - I had to find out what I was having because I wanted a girl so badly and knew I had to prepare for a boy if I was having one...). My dad had just passed away a few weeks before, I had gained a TON of weight (okay, maybe not a literal "ton" but it sure felt that way!), and my feet and ankles looked like this:

Try getting shoes on those puppies.... but who needs shoes when you're walking on such plush, beautiful adorably retro carpet!

Anyway, I digress. I often looked down at my feet and marveled at how they resembled two blown-up latex gloves. Swollen to the start of my toes.

Here I am around the first or so of July. Sorry for the cut out look, I pulled this from my pregnancy journal and scanned it in:

At this point I couldn't wait to deliver and get rid of this extra padding I had accumulated. Little did I know that I was actually sleeping better swollen and with no bladder room left than I did the first nine months of Coby's life. But that's a story for a different day.

Who knew that having a boy wouldn't be so bad after all?

Who knew it would be fun?:

Silly!:

And just downright sweet?:

I love you, buddy!!

I can't believe he's almost EIGHT!