10 years ago right now (5 am MST), I woke up 42 weeks and 2 days pregnant and waddled to the bathroom. And my water
Soaking a pair of pants on the drive to the hospital.
Walking laps for 4 hours and still not having a single contraction.
Dropping the f-bomb when BC made me watch Babe whilst I was in labor. Who knew those singing mice would make me so mad?
The first words out of my mom’s mouth being “Oh my hell she’s huge!” (In my mom’s defense, she kinda was — 9lbs 5oz, 22.5”.)
Not being able to sleep that first night because I was so enamored with her.
And I still am.
Happy birthday, Macy.