So if I look back 5 years ago to this day I was anxiously waiting for my due date, June 3. I was late with Alicia and so I wasn't really thinking I would have my baby ON my due date, but all women HOPE. That evening I "knew" I was having my baby. I went into a weird labor. No real labor signs just feeling really sick. I was glad I didn't listen to the hospital when they said wait for "real" labor signs. I was already at 4 or 5 when I went in. (Which was, by the way, after having to wait for Ben to get home from a work softball game. He agreed with the hospital and didn't think I was in labor.)
Ethan was born in the wee hours on his due date.
Tomorrow I am throwing him his first birthday party. Well, first party with only friends. There will be 6 or 7 little boys coming over for a Mario Brothers birthday. I am having it at 11:30 so no sister to bug him. It should be a grand time. I canot believe he is 5. He will always be my baby.