Thursday, November 12, 2009

Four Years Ago

My due date was November 8th, so I made my last Sunday of work November 6th. I made sure that the service would be covered by laypeople should I not be there on the 6th, but not to worry, Joshua had no intention of leaving. As the week wore on I stopped answering phone calls. I left the house only to eat spicy food and go on long walks. As far as I was concerned, Joshua was happy where he was and I was going to be pregnant forever, and I didn't really want to talk about it.

But there was that Tuesday, his due date. I was in desperate need of something to take my mind off the fact that I was going to be pregnant forever, so I got a haircut. When the girl who was cutting my hair asked me when the baby was due and I said, "Today," I thought she was going to drop a kidney right there on the floor. "Don't worry," I said. "He's not coming anytime soon."

Four years ago right now we were on our way to the hospital. I had been having contractions since about noon and they were getting worse, or so I thought. There would be another trip to the hospital this night, and I had no idea just how much my life was about to change.

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