Are We There Yet?

I feel another Vegas trip coming on.

 

 

 

 

I hope Jack’s up for the challenge!

Happy Birthday, #2!

Twelve years ago today I insisted the doctor induce my 2nd pregnancy. My original due date was February 16th. After the ultrasound, they pushed it back to the middle of March. The last thing a pregnant lady wants to hear in her second trimester is that she has to carry this child an additional month.

Twelve years ago today, I arrived at the hospital in anticipation of bringing home a baby boy. I had already purchased his christening outfit.

Twelve years ago today, my doctor induced me. Five hours later he sent me home.

Twelve years ago today, I didn’t drive 16 miles back home, but rather went 10 blocks to my mother’s and inhaled an entire frozen pizza.

Twelve years ago today, I PROMPTLY returned to the hospital in full-on later only half an hour after inhaling an entire frozen pizza.

Twelve years ago today, I threw up an entire frozen pizza on a mildly irritated OB nurse.

Twelve years ago today, I passed an entire human being – all 7 pounds, 11 ounces.

Twelve years ago today, I gave birth to our second daughter, not the son I had anticipated. Let’s disregard the fact that the ultrasound doctor told me she was a girl and I told him he was wrong – a mother just knows these things. He was not wrong.

Twelve years ago today, my life became a little brighter.

Happy birthday, my precious #2.