My Thirty-FIRST Birthday as a Mother

Photo by: Cassie Schott Photography

This year's 31st birthday looks a little different than last year's 30th celebration in Vegas.

Instead of "poppin' bottles" in our hotel room, I'm pumping bottles in a nursery.

Instead of rockin' a little black dress, I'm rocking a little boy in my arms.

Instead of betting numbers on the roulette wheel, I'm betting if a diaper will contain number 1 or number 2.

Instead of walking the strip, I'm stripping off spit-up covered shirts and walking upstairs to do laundry.

Instead of wishing I'll hit it big, I know I've hit the jackpot being this sweet angel's mama.

This birthday has been simple, quiet, and anything but flashy. Cheers to 31 - my first birthday as a mother.