Monday, October 5, 2009


1 year ago, I was hugely pregnant. My belly was stretched as far as it could go, my feet were swollen, and my hips ached. Sleep was a distant memory at that point. I had to pee every 15 minutes, and I could barely keep any food in my smooshed stomach. I was carrying an 8lb 9 oz baby in my belly. He was all tangled up inside of my womb, just waiting to make his debut.

October 5, 2008 was a Sunday evening. We knew that it was likely our last baby free weekend and we took advantage of that. We went out to eat, and to a movie; we spent time reading books, and snuggling on the couch. My due date wasn't for 10 more days, but my doctor was ready to induce me that following week because of my gestational diabetes. I wasn't excited about my induction, but I knew it was what we had to do. I resigned myself to the fact that this was the only way that Charlie was going to get here.

We were high with anticipation of the coming week. I had an appointment on October 6 (Monday) to determine Charlie's size, and to also make sure that I was good to go for my induction. I was excited about that 3pm appointment, because it would mean that I was going to see my son on a TV screen for the LAST time.

We were going to meet him soon. Very, very soon.


kristen said...

Aww <3 :)

Christina said...

Don't your days as a "dink" just seem so far away??

Amanda said...

I can't believe is has been a year!