The things we remember...

There are some mommy-style blogs that will give a count for count detail of their birthing stories.
I'm not one of those, and don't worry I'm not going to dig it all up now.

What I am going to do is giggle and reminisce a little at the path of events that went down a year ago. The basics that I started to laugh at last night as we just happened to end up back for dinner at the place that was my last meal outside of a hospital before I was a Mom.  (I hadn't been back since.)

May 15th:
4 days overdue and having a greasy burger at a local joint and VERY preggers
May 16th:
Doctor's appointment: Doc says that baby is running out of room and it's time to get things baby moving. "Seriously you don't have your hospital bag with you? Ok, go home and get it and then meet me at the hospital."  Sitting in traffic on Mopac and Tim saying that he's putting his foot down, that we are finally going to come up with a top 3 for Baby's name. (Cameron wasn't one of them)
May 17th:
After finally feeling a contraction (or two...or twelve) Baby arrives. Sure there's a lot more involved, but the important part was that Baby was here.
May 18th:
Name is finalized.
May 19th:
FINALLY got to head home.

That's not the glamorous, mushy, love-filled post that you were expecting...that's on hold until tomorrow. But right now, it's the giggle moments that I'm having fun playing in my head. The minute that the nurse looked at Tim and said, "oh you guys are going to be fun". The moment when I realized that stuff was getting real, that I was actually going to have a baby.  Remembering a nurse after everything went down that said, "don't worry we'll have you back to sexy in no time!" (TMI?)

The little things really are my favorite.