28 Years Ago Today

My Mom went into labor while she was watching Monday Night Football. She recounted this fact to me today, even though I already knew it, since is WAS a Monday, and today is Monday, and I was born the following afternoon, a Tuesday. (But I like hearing our birth story again and again.)

Tomorrow is a Tuesday. My twenty-eighth Birthday (that's for you, SAM, who told me "twenty-something is pretty vague" (or something to that effect), why yes, yes it is vague, SAM).

(Aside: people are TRYING to make me feel old, I swear! Warrior: "Almost 30!!" Everyone else: "I thought you were younger than that!" "So, how does it feel?" like this is some HUGE Birthday or something. I feel like, well, I'm already a Mom, so that makes you feel older than people your age without kids, I'm sure. Anyway, rambling....)

I was born in the ABC room at the hospital, also known as the "Alternative Birthing Center." This means my Mom got to have more control over our birth, and was able to have a steak dinner once she had pushed me out of the womb. Awesome, right?

I have to thank my Mom for birthing me. She endured around 22 hours of labor, I'm guessing, since I was born at 4:09pm, and MNF starts around 6pm here on the West Coast, all without any pain medication. Because she is that damn strong.

One of "my songs" growing up was "409" by the Beach Boys, for obvious reasons. It made me feel special, even though it was about a car. (Giddyup, giddyup, 409!)

A year ago today was my actual Birthday (last year it was on a Monday). I was trying to enjoy being 30 weeks pregnant. I had a lovely dinner out at a local Thai restaurant with the Warrior. We came home and took (what would be) my last preggie pictures. I don't know if I had a feeling or premonition or what have you, but I HAD TO HAVE those pictures taken. It was the biggest I would get, since the next day my water broke, and my cute basketball like stomach started shrinking. It makes me sad just thinking about it.

This year I will be going to lunch with my Mom and siblings, one of my best friends, #4 and hopefully #'s 7 & 8, if the BigGuy isn't too whacked from the Synagis shot he has to get that morning (and of course, the Little Man will be there!).

Tomorrow night we are getting a babysitter and most likely will go out for Thai food again. But this time the only thing to photograph afterwards would be a bloated belly from too much Pad Thai. HA.

Apparently Warrior has presents for me. Usually I make it abundantly clear what I want, or I buy stuff and tell him to wrap it up for me. We're super romantic like that. Heh.

I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings!

Thanks, Mom, for bringing me into this world. Without you none of this would be possible (cheeeez).