When Life Happens

It had been NINE MONTHS since I last wrote!!

Quick updates:

1. My reconstruction happened the day after I moved to my parents house.

2. The Boy speaks in full sentences, is out of diapers, can count to twenty and knows his letters and shapes. He will be THREE!! What. Is. Even. Happening?!

3. My foobs are beautiful. Dr. Michael Beckenstein in Birmingham, Alabama is a plastic surgeon GENIUS. They have fluffed and dropped. It will be a year in less than a month. If you are someone getting ready to go through this, please contact me if you’d like photos.

4. I’m a single mom, in my own apartment, with any very first car, a full time job, and a child to keep alive. It’s a little intimidating.

5. I have a secret. There’s this guy... I’ll just leave you with that. I am updating both my blog and my page. I promise I’ll write more. Honestly I just forgot. Single momming is hard.

6. The Man and I have a great relationship even though we’re divorced. He’s been there for The Boy and I every time we’ve needed something and I have a PHENOMENAL village.

7. More later. I’m falling asleep.

Give yourself some grace, okay?

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