Most people train their whole lives to make it to the Olympics. I passed a few auditions with some great jazz hands. Only problem now is losing the pounds before I am squeezed into a lycra bodysuit in front of a billion viewers. No pressure.
Since my Olympics dreams went kaput (boo!), I've had to look for other things to be proud about. I think THIS totally counts. It's the story of how I finished giving birth...15 months after my son was born.