About this time, 8 years ago, my midwife declared me 3 cm. and 80%. Any women who have ever given birth know exactly what I mean. And at 11 days over due, I was elated. And ginormous. For anyone just dying to read some stranger woman’s birth story, it’s here. All 10 months of pregnancy woe, nausea, and considerations of doing myself in. Or my husband.
This afternoon, those 8 years ago, became the day we knew we were going to have our baby girl. Labor progressed. Excitement rose. Emotions flew. I began to view our first born in an entirely different way. He was about to be a Big Boy. Catgirl didn’t actually make her arrival til 6:20 tomorrow morning, but I suppose I’m like so many other mommies out there who start remembering the little things surrounding the hour of actual birth. So today, I’m celebrating her. And oh, I have discovered who can, and who should, wear satin cargo pants.
early a.m., 1998
today, in her new satin cargo pants
Happy Birthday, Yummy Bunny.
