It's a very special time of year.
On this day 11 years ago, I had officially passed my due date and was anxiously awaiting the arrival of sweet baby Chloe.
I don't think anyone quite knows the torture of waiting like a pregnant woman past her due date in July in Texas.
Brian and I did everything we could to stay busy - swimming, snow cones, Big Brother marathons, an Iron & Wine concert.
We even took an ill-advised road trip to Fredericksburg wine country to see if we could dare that baby to make a dramatic debut a couple hours from home.
Nope.
When Chloe finally made her entrance (as a Leo and not the expected Cancer, I might add) it was the most pivotal moment of my life. It might sound cliche, but everything changed for me once Chloe landed in my arms.