Can you believe that it’s over a year since Izzy was born? Can you can you can you? I can’t. I mean, of course I can. But I can’t. It makes no sense. I feel as though I have morphed into so many different versions of myself over the past year, that I didn’t know which side was up sometimes… and the version of me that couldn’t imagine ever sleeping again seems a million miles away from the version of me now, which is much like the version of me BI (Before Isabelle)…just more tired. And with a weaker back. And wrists. And knees. And will power, when it comes to chocolate.