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Well, this is it.

It’s just after midnight, and the very last day of my twenties has officially begun. I am really feeling pretty good about the whole birthday thing, but it is kind of strange to think about the end of an era. I’ve been thinking tonight about all the things that have happened since my 20th birthday. Since then, I…

… got engaged.

… graduated from college.

… got married.

… watched the towers fall.

… got a job.

… bought a house.

… readafewhundredbooks.

… traveled to San Diego and Denver, New York City and Cooperstown, Orlando and Houston, Cedar Rapids and St. Louis, Nashville and Louisville, Cleveland and Indianapolis.

… got another job.

… had a baby.

… made, kept and lost really good friends.

… listened to some really good music.

… bought another house.

… rediscovered the joy of trick-or-treating.

… started a blog.

… wrestled a snake.

… had another baby.

… discovered Facebook. Then Twitter.

… started graduate school.

… witnessed history.

… went to Disney World. Four times.

… sacrificed my dignity in the name of a good blog post.

… went to baseball games and zoos and museums and parks.

… woke up each morning.

… and kissed my babies goodnight.

All and all, it was a pretty good decade.

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Happy Birthday, Sammy!

I seriously cannot believe it, but my baby is turning one today!

It really feels like yesterday when Jenny was posting the announcement of his birth.

His birth itself was just so wonderful. In fact, last night Andy and I were watching “Slumdog Millionaire,” and I remarked that watching that movie was much more stressful than being in labor had been at that time last year! I was induced, because he had been breach and thankfully turned around, and when it was time to push, he came right out on the first try. It was amazing.

And he was amazing.

And now he’s one, and he’s still amazing.

He is such a great kid, and while I can’t believe he’s been here for a year, I also can’t remember life without him. He’s so smart, so cute, and so sweet (ok I’m a little biased!), and like I said, just absolutely amazing.

Happy birthday, Sammy. I love you more than words can say.

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I’m (not) Pumpin’ Up the Party Now

Today was a big milestone for me.

I pumped for the very last time.

And I am so relieved.

No more packing and unpacking, or washing all of the 9000 parts every night. No more schleping the pump back and forth to work anymore. No more trips to vacant parking lots in the freezing cold because there’s nowhere in my office to take care of business. No more business trips with a van full of colleagues wondering why I have a heavy Trader Joe’s freezer bag on the way home that I didn’t have on the way there.

No more worrying that I’m going to be pulled over on my way to and from work and have to explain why I’m half naked.

So yeah, I’m relieved.

I have been counting down the days, really, but now I’m surprised to find I am kind of sad about it in a weird way. Sammy will be a year old on Thursday. He’s not a baby anymore. And while I’m planning to continue to nurse him when we’re together, he no longer relies on me when we’re apart.

I’m just not sure I am ready for that.

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