Valentines Day

Seventeen years ago we went to IHOP for breakfast (I could barely fit in the booth) and then walked through that pretty neighborhood of Guilford to try and induce my labor.  Even though I wasn't due until the 16th, I had been having contractions for a month, made a trip to the hospital to be monitored, was already dilated and effaced enough that my ob told me not to labor at home, but to come right in if my contractions were strong and regular or my water broke.  The nursery had been ready for months.  The adorable clothes (some of which I had bought prior to even getting pregnant) were washed and put away in the dresser.   I used to go in, sit in the rocking chair and daydream about holding my very own baby girl.  I could.not.wait.  There was never hesitation.  I had wanted to be a mommy my entire life.  It's crazy that it's been seventeen years.  Happy birthday, baby girl.  Thank you for helping to make my dreams come true.