Where Were You?

Do you know what you were doing every minute of the day and night the day before Mothers' Day 42 years ago?  I do.

TBG drove me down Wrightwood, the bumpiest street in the neighborhood, to get hot dogs.  I spent a moment leaning against the wall, proving that real contractions do mean that you can't walk/talk/tell a joke.

I took a shower, wondering once again if I really had feet and toes.  I took a nap.

Zanner came over for dinner, we settled into the giant couch downstairs, put Arsenic and Old Lace into the DVR, and began to time those contractions.

We sent Zanner home, drove to the hospital through a driving rainstorm, refused to take a walk around the block to speed things up, and spent the next twelve hours having a baby. 

42 years ago, Mothers' Day fell on May 8th.

So, yes, I do know what I was doing and feeling and creating on May 7th, the night before Mothers' Day, 42 years ago.  It's a memory I am pleased to replay in my mind on a fairly regular basis. 

Happy Almost Birthday, Big Cuter.