I remember.......

20 years ago....

getting pregnant fairly easily~

being diagnosed with placenta abruption and being on bed rest for 14 long days~

taking it easy for 6 months~

growing huge boobs~

gaining 35 pounds~

having an epidural~

pushing for hours~

being told, "it's" sunny side up~

pushing and crying~

looking at the clock feeling helpless and miserable~

the doctor telling me they were going to use forceps~

John being close to fainting~

holding a beautiful baby girl~

instantly knowing my life would never be the same~

16 years ago.....

it taking us 9 months to conceive~

everyone in the family finding out we had sex at my parents house Christmas eve, as that was when I was most fertile~

growing huge boobs again~

this pregnancy being a breeze~

gaining 28 pounds~

picking the name Jack for a boy and not finding any girl names that we liked~

being overdue, grouchy and demanding at my ultrasound to find out what sex "it" was~

going into labor quickly~

wanting to push this baby out, but the doctor wasn't at the hospital, so I had to wait~

with one cough, out came the baby boy they told me "it" was~

being amazed once again in the miracle of life~

"happy mother's day to me"