I don’t celebrate New Years. I have never really been a fan of this fake holiday. What are we really celebrating anyway? And the resolutions–I never keep them. That is, until this year.
The past two years I have been pregnant or nursing. That means two years straight of growing a human in my body and/or my body making food for Noah. I need a break. My body needs a break. A looooong break. So this time around, I need to remember to keep my only resolution: to not get pregnant!
Happy New Years, everybody!