Ok, so maybe I pulled the wagon all the way to the park.
And maybe I ran up and down the stairs and over the bridge a couple times.
I might’ve even tried to climb the boat and sprint the gangway while we were at the park.

So these contractions, and their escalating intensity and rather impressive regularity and growing frequency, they could be just another “Amanda pushed too hard” fluke. Or maybe they aren’t, which has me thinking, how is it possible?

Look at these girls.

They are exquisite in every way, from their impossibly adorable curls, to their fiery tempers and iron wills. From their strong limbs and distinct voices to their early morning and late night quirks.

My girls. And soon, another. My cup truly runneth over.