It was a Friday. I was as big as a house. I wore a yellow sweater that barely covered my belly and asked your dad as we walked to dinner at Jerry's if I looked like a school bus. It was a warm evening that smelled like fallen leaves. At Jerry's, I ate hummus and my favorite sandwich (the Baba R- green apple, peanut butter, basil, grilled onions, chipotle chutney- a pregnant woman's dream sandwich), and we laughed with friends for a long time.
When they asked Daddy if he was going to stay out with them after the meal, I told Daddy I didn't think it was a good idea, because I thought it might be "the night." Nothing in particular told me so- but I felt different, and I just knew. We went home and went to bed. I slept deeply and soundly until you woke me early the next morning to let me know you were coming, and the rest of our lives began.