One year ago today, I was sitting in a hospital waiting room, waiting to have my abdomen sliced open... because I am an irresponsible mother.

One year ago I was wondering how the hospital was going to keep someone from walking off with my baby.

One year ago I was still lacking in supplies for a new baby -- including diapers. If I hadn't gotten a package as a gift at the baby shower, I'd have taken her home and had to wrap her butt in a dishtowel.

One year ago I was SO OVER the pregnancy thing.

One year ago I wasn't getting any more (or less) sleep than I am now. But I was having better dreams.

One year ago I was stressing about how I would love and care for another child as much or as well as I did the Dormouse.

One year ago I couldn't imagine my life with another baby girl in the house.

Now I can't imagine my life without her.

Happy Birthday, Screamy McYellerson.
You may be noisy, but all in all, it's totally worth it.