My mom and Dad tried to have kids for 3 years. They suffered a miscarriage and a battery of test after test after test. (Sounding very familiar isn't it!?) The Dr.'s could never diagnose why she was unable to get pregnant. As heartbreaking as it was, she had finally given up on the idea of becoming pregnant then BOOM, she got pregnant with my brother. He is 3 years older than me. She labored a grueling 36 hours before they decided to take him via c-section because his head wouldn't fit through her pelvic bone. 2 years and some months later my parents were just as surprised to find out they had yet gotten pregnant again. Because my brother was a c-section, I was going to be a planned c-section as well. I was due around my mom's birthday, September 12th. However, because that year the 12th fell on a Sunday her Dr told her unless the baby was hanging out of her, he wasn't coming in to do a surgery on a Sunday. Hence the fact that now my birthday is September 13th, the day after my moms.
I thought I would post a little memory montage for myself. :-) I love looking at these pictures. It reminds me over and over what a WONDERFUL childhood I had. I couldn't have asked for a more loving family to be apart of. Here's just a glimpse of my very active childhood in just about every sport I played. How did my parents ever get me to and from all these practices and games?? They are pretty amazing!
Who could say no to that face?