Time to come clean: I’ve been pulling a colossal prank on you for the last year. I DIDN’T REALLY HAVE A BABY. That was just my cat dressed in drag.
No, but seriously: on this day one year ago, my husband, per tradition, was at the bar watching the opening home game of the Chicago Cubs and I was in the bathroom at work, peeing on a stick. The Cubs lost, and I was knocked up. Thus began another dismal Cubs baseball season and the once and for all decline of my precious ass and blog.
No, but really seriously: some of you might not understand this, but life doesn’t actually begin at conception. It begins when your baby makes a noise that sounds like she might be saying “mama.”
So now it’s officially “too late.” Happy 4 month birthday, kid.