Sunday, July 4, 2010


= the number of years ago, today, that my first son was due to be born.

I remember so vividly how on July 3, 1985 I had gone for my ob appointment where it was discovered that I had begun to dilate and efface. I remember the nurse saying I was having a firecracker baby. I was so excited. I was sure that my baby would be born the next day on his due date - July 4th.

He wasn't.

He didn't come until July 16 and what a long 12 days those were. It sometimes seems like I've been waiting every single day since then.


  1. yeah, for one thing or aother...

  2. He probably liked fireworks about as much as I do, and stayed indoors where it was quieter and safer for awhile. Or maybe he knew that he would be with you for only a short time, so he chose to just hang out and enjoy the 1 on 1 time a while longer. Smart kid, that boy!