I remember my due date coming .... I remember it going.
I remember the day after my due date when the doctor told me it looked like we would be sticking with our induction date.
I remember later that night after eating a giant buffet and deciding the best place for me would be Wal-Mart.
I remember my water breaking. In Wal-Mart. In the baby section.
I remember waddling my big butt to Wal-Mart's bathroom while my mom was in hot pursuit.
I remember my twin brother and his wife with the look of confusion on their face while all this was happening.
I remember pulling my shirt down over my butt and waddling as fast as my giant swollen feet would take me out the door of Wal-Mart.
I remember INSISTING on going home first.
I remember telling them at the hospital ... I think my water may have broken but I'm really not for sure.
I remember the feeling when my water OFFICIALLY broke at the hospital. And thinking ... Thank God THAT didn't happen at Wal-Mart.
I remember the feeling of excitement waiting for things to get started so my baby could be here.
Then I remember the pitocin ... and things changed.
I remember Mark finally getting there after work all smiles while I was in the middle of a pitocin contraction.
I remember the epidural.
I remember LOVING the epidural.
I remember Merrick being born.
I remember Mark leaning down to lovingly whisper to me ...
What's that honey? NO his head will not ALWAYS look like that!
I remember my new world clearly like it was yesterday.