In a perfect world,
I would have given birth to a beautiful, healthy, baby boy on Saturday. The picture above that was taken when I was 21 weeks (and was the last belly shot I took) would have been what I think I would have referenced as my "glory days" of my pregnancy as I'm guessing I would gotten as big as a house.
In this perfect world,
I would be on the brink of complaining about nursing, sleepless nights, and at the same time be completely and totally obsessed with my new babe.
Except, the world isn't perfect. But the plan is.