I really do believe that. Did you see the Giant game??
That is not however what this post is about.
Tomorrow, 7:30 AM I get a Pitocin cocktail. That's if the snow lets us get there on time.
I love snow though and we have Jeeps, so no worries.
I have been thinking about the beginning of my journey.
On March 13Th 2007 I had a funny feeling in my belly. Butterflies.
I had felt so odd the week before. I was at BF's in VT. I was SO dizzy the whole week...it was bad. I thought it was the lump in my jaw pressing on my inner ear and throwing off my equilibrium. I thought it was the wood burning stove. I thought it was the MS.
BF didn't think the last one for the record. I remember her saying it..."I have seen you sick and you are not sick."
Neither of us ever thought about any other options.
I got home and a couple of days later I was sitting in the office (now nursery) messing around online. I was most likely lurking on Poot and Cubby or Moosh. I was a big lurker.
Like I said, I had butterflies. I also had an appointment with an ENT that day to check on lumpy. Since you all know, lumps shouldn't be ignored and I had been soundly ignoring mine since September.
With great determination I did not understand I got up from the computer; I walked downstairs to the bathroom....I picked up the pink box and took a pregnancy test.
I don't know why, I didn't really think I was pregnant. The thought had not crossed my mind that week. I also knew it would be to early to tell.
And there it was.
Bright as sunshine
The second coveted pink line.
I looked at it. I looked again. I looked at the box...back to the line.
I don't know when the tears started. I just know at some point I could not see through them, I began to hyper ventilate.
We were not supposed to be able to do this.
My old doctor told me so...literally, I quote. "There is nothing wrong with the gas station but the on ramp is a mess..."
Really, that is what he said.
So here I am so many months later. So many aches and pains, surprises and joys. So many complaints and just one little scare.
...and tomorrow is the day we have been waiting for.
...and I am so very grateful.
BF will post sex, time and weight when she can. I will be saving the birth story for when I get home. Thank you ladies for your love and support. It means the world to me.