June 2, 2003
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Well, I got the man off to the airport again. He's gone for another three weeks. Sheesh. This week, I'm working three days, and then it's yard sale, baby! I love the idea of having a yard sale! I've never actually done it, I don't think. Maybe once when I was really young. Hey, if someone wants to buy my old junk, more power to them!
Yesterday was my BIRTHDAY!!! Hurray! Hurray for my mom who went through torture I hopefully will never, ever know. She went into the hospital at the first sign of having contractions. (I'm pretty sure, that was the first mistake, but she didn't know any better, you know?). According to my dad they immediately gave her a big shot or morphine for the "pain" which stopped the contractions for like, three days! Actually, they didn't stop completely...they just didn't _do_ anything. My mom said that she got no sleep for three days, never dialated beyond 3 centimeters, and had a raw spot on her lower back from rubbing it durring each contraction. ugh. Around her, all women who were having their babies, yelling, screaming. What a picture! After the third day, her doctor decided that a C-section was in order, and I was (finally) born on June 1st, 1971 at 6:39pm. And her good childhood friend, Claudia was the nurse who cleaned me up. They had grown up together. My mom had to ask if I was a boy or a girl, because no one offered the information. And they took me away. She didn't get to hold me for a long time. I have seen a couple of brand new me pictures, and they look just like my son. Two peas in a pod!
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