It’s DS1’s b-day today– he’s freakin’ TWELVE!!! Wasn’t it just yesterday that I had beginning labor pains? I remember lying over the ironing board trying to get comfortable. Lucky for me it happened on August 6 and not the next day, since my surgeon was leaving later that evening for vacation! I remember DH flying into the OR, pulling on his gown and mask, while I was yelling “wait wait, DH is not here yet” (he had to park the damn car!) Fun times, fun times.
Today, instead of lying strapped to a gurney in the OR, I’ll be the main sherpa at the County Fair, while the boys go on ride after ride, competing to see who vomits first.
Fried twinkie, anyone?