Our bed.

Taylor and I laid in bed last night watching The Office on hulu.

Funny.  Funny.  Funny.

I literally rolled around on the bed in laughter.

Taylor and I never hang out on our bed.

I am so exhausted by the end of the day 

that I fall asleep the moment my head hits the pillow.

So, last night was a bit of a special occasion.

Chilling on the bed at 7:30.

Hey Tay, it was fun!

Did you know Liza was born on our bed?

Right there on Taylor's side where his feet lay.

We have a huge old mirror attached to my dresser and

I watched Liza's birth on that mirror.

It hurt.

Like a mofo.

But, the moment she was born 

I felt like me again.

A not pregnant me.

Possibly the best kind of me.

Moral of this story:

I like our bed.