Boy am I relieved to have company in the final photo of this seemingly never-ending maternity series. It wouldn’t be complete without including the much anticipated Van. Thank you to everyone for the support and encouragement along the way. As soon as I popped (“popped” is totally the wrong word, but I’ll share more when I get around to writing his birth story) this boy out, I felt like a new woman. No more emotional roller coasters. No more anxiety. Nothing but pure and unconditional love in it’s most innate form. Becoming a mother, even for the second time, is such a beautiful thing. I guess the beauty in the end wouldn’t be as meaningful without the challenges that led to it. Lesson learned.