Two Years Ago...

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.