Two years ago today, I was planted right here. Not really able to move, since I gained 50 pounds while I was pregnant with Dante. (Which probably explains why I have my own butt print on the couch...) I was bitching and moaning that they wanted to wait until my birthday (April 2nd) to induce, unless he decided to make an early entrance into this world. I was tired of being pregnant, tired in general, and the very definition of Super Bitch. Little did I know that at 6:58 am the next day, my water broke like the proverbial floods, and I had to drive myself to the hospital that my doctor wanted me to go to, 23 miles away. Snow fell, and the highway was closed while I was on it. Long story short, Dante was born March 26th, 2009, at 10:18 pm.
It blows my mind that my little boy is going to be two years old tomorrow! It blows my mind that I am pregnant again, like an odd kind of masochist. I am still wrapping my brain around what I must've done to deserve my blessings. I also can't help but wonder what kind of mom I really will be when we get to the brass tacks. Hrm.
I think this is something I can ponder as I go back to sleep.