I'm not sure why, since none of my children are born in the first half of the year, but I was thinking the other day about the first time I met each of my children, face to face. Each pregnancy was unique, each discovery of pregnancy different and each first official introduction was totally unlike the others.
I discovered I was pregnant with my first daughter about a month after my husband and I had gotten married. We were watching Knocked Up (how ironic, right?) and all the sudden, I started bawling my eyes out. I just couldn't stop crying and got SO emotional about the movie. Seriously, I think I cried for like 2 hours straight. I knew then that something was up. So I took a test and sure enough, I was pregnant.
I spent the pregnancy eating spaghetti for three meals a day, taking a break to eat shrimp. We moved from Charlotte to Pittsburgh and I didn't have to work so I just stayed home all day. Seriously, I couldn't tell you what I did all day other than read anything and everything about babies.
My daughter was due on June 5th, 2008. Because she was breach, I had a c-section scheduled for May 30th. On the 29th, I went to my OB check up and turns out, she'd flipped. But I was so far along concerning my dilation and what not that they expected to see me the next day anyway. It never happened. I went through the next week just waiting for her to literally fall out (yeah, I was that far along) but she never did so an induction was scheduled for June 6th.
Wannabe or not, being a mom to my three amazing babies will always be the best thing that has ever happened to me.