Today my oldest turns 7 years old.
I can hardly believe it. It seems like yesterday that I found out I was pregnant with him. I was shocked. Total disbelief. I thought I had read the test wrong.
I called Steve at work, and his first words? No way!
It's a good thing pregnancy lasts 9 months, because I needed the WHOLE 9 months to get mentally prepared to be a mom.
And of course, I was one of those women that go into the hospital, only to be told, Go home, because I was in early labor. While I was having lots of nice contractions every 2-5 minutes, they weren't doing too much. Go home, they said. You'll be back in about 10 - 12 hours to have your baby.
24 hours, 36 hours, and finally, 40 hours later, I went back to the hospital.
I hadn't slept in 20 hours. I was tired. Tired of having contractions. Tired of being pregnant.
I was SO ready to meet this little guy. Nothing scared me at that point.
And 6 hours after entering the hospital, I did just that.
And you know what? They are right. It is SO worth it.
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