In one week...

My baby boy will turn 1. 

I am so sad about this. I mean I know that it happens and that you can't stop it even if you pretend to hide in the closet with your baby and make time stop. But he is going to be absolute last baby I mean absolute and he is turning a whole year old next Wednesday. 

Really?!?! Where did the last year go? Wasn't I just pregnant with him hoping to go into labor so that I could meet him? Didn't that stupid Tropical Depression just come through here that halted my induction becasue so many ladies went into labor naturally. Didn't my in-laws just drive up here to watch the other kiddos for said failed induction for no reason. Just to turn around that day and take all the kiddos home with them since school had been canceled due to the "hurricane" that was coming through.

Didn't my hubby and I just go to the movies that same night my in-laws took the kids home with them to watch much to my dismay Zombieland? Which by the way was actually an ok movie and was partially filmed where I was born in Georgia and had one of his friends as a zombie extra! Didn't we just get soaked running to the car in the down pour that was the "hurricane"? 

Didn't I just wake up to my hubby playing Madden 2010 in the living room as I walked in to tell him I was feeling funny? Just to double over in pain 5 minutes later and say ok we're going in. Didn't they just put me in the triage room to check my contractions that were 4 minutes apart by the time I got there? Didn't I just have this baby boy in said triage room 4 hours later?  All 9 pounds 6.9 ounces of him?!? 

My little hulk!

Again, I ask you where did the time go?  What I wouldn't give to wake up in the morning and do this year all over again. Yes, even the painful labor. Just so that I could spend more time holding that little hand, smelling that new baby smell and loving on him before he only puts up with that for all of oh about 5 minutes before he wants to crawl off to go play or get into something.