Where were you on this day 11 years ago?

Well, I was awakened early in the morning by my bladder, because I was very pregnant with my first child. I tried to go back to sleep, but my uterus decided it was time to start squeezing out weak contractions. The contractions continued on and off through out the morning at a pretty regular pace. I was able to go about my daily routine, except for the desire to “nest”, which was particulary distracting, except for my husband, whom remained asleep until the early afternoon.

I decided to day would be the day, must in fact, be the day, so after my husband’s awakening and subsequent showering and coffee drinking, we made our way to SuperK to pick up some last minute baby stuff. My wonderful, loving husband thought it would be humorous to “abandon” me in SuperK, by staying an aisle or two ahead of me, and not giving me the oppurtunity to catch up. Meanwhile, the contractions are still stopping me briefly in my path every now and again.

Well, we got home and my husband decided, basically, if he might possibly be up all night dealing with me and my contractions, then he had better take a nap and be well rested. God bless him. He suggested I invite a friend over to keep me company, as my contractions were getting stronger and more regular.

So, I invited a friend over, baked some muffins for my husband, because I wanted him to have a special breakfast the next morning, because afterall, tonight we were going to have a baby. I folded freshly washed baby clothes and tidyed up a bit. During the early evening, I even managed to chat on the phone with my cousin.

Well, during this flurry of activity, my friend suggested I sit down, for just a minute, really, and time my contractions. I agreed, as long as she made it quick, as I still had plenty to do. Hmmm, they had gotten very strong, and were only like 5 minutes apart, humorously she suggested we wake up my husband and boogey to the hospital. Geez, wake him up, are you insane?

Well, we did manage to wake him up and get him pumped with coffee and get to the hospital before having my first child in the front seat of my Mustang.

After a whole day of aches and pains, and nothing more serious than some deep breathing (at least until we got to the actual pushing part, that’s another story…) and only 15 minutes of actual pushing, at approximately 11:12 pm March 28th 1996, Ryan James Gorsky was brought into the world (while listening to The Beatles), making it all that much brighter for the rest of us.

Now, as I sit here bambling on and on about my greatest accomplishment ever, my bladder is getting tinier and tinier with each passing day as we approach June and the birth of our fourth child.

And, BTW, the jerk that teased me all afternoon in SuperK while I was in labor, I divorced his ass. However, as it turned out, he was indeed my best friend and favorite cohort, so after a bit of growing up on both our parts we are now happily married again.