At this time exactly 2 years ago, I went into labor.
It was funny, because I did not expect to be immediately in labor with the onset of my first contraction. Being my first pregnancy and like most people I knew, I assumed that labor would be a long affair for me, stretching into multiple days or, in the very least, several on-and-off agonizing hours before it would finally be time to go to the hospital. But for me, my body and my child were different. At 8:25 pm on Saturday, February 9th, my uterus contracted its very first labor contraction and thus initiated the final process of my pregnancy: the birth of my son.
I've been joking a lot over the last couple of weeks about being emotional over tomorrow. Recently I said to Simon, "... your birthday is 2 weeks from tomorrow! I'm gonna cry." His emphatic response: "Mommy, don't cry!" Do I really think I'm going to cry? No. Truthfully, I am very excited for his birthday and have so many fun things planned. But does that mean that am I emotional over this annual milestone? Ohmygod yes.
We love Simon so much, and we are so thankful that this big, bright ball of joy came into our lives when he did. 'Two' feels like uncharted territory, but Eric reminded me that the same can be said of every new and ordinary day ahead of us. I'm not afraid of the unknown; rather, I am intrigued over what adventures lie ahead for us as we enter Simon's 3rd year of life.
Happy Day-I-Went-Into-Labor-With-Simon Day; a day that will always be special in my heart... the day I knew I was about to meet my first born.
