June 26

For the better part of the last two decades, a mere mention of June 26 in conversation was enough for me to rudely but innocently ignore the rest of your sentence while I stared at some faraway point and drifted into the celluloid of the filmstrip playing in my mind.

Frame one: Wearing black Reebok high-tops wrapped in a yellow rhinestone dog collar beneath the chintzy white gown, because that was as much a fashion statement as I could make.

Frame sixteen: "Practicing" flipping the tassel from the right side of the hat to the left side with a Marlboro light dangling from my lips.

Frame twenty-seven: Brandishing the pristine new diplomas while singing Alphaville's Forever Young with my girlfriends (the original, not the remake with all that extra electronica, you heathens) through the tears, as beaming fathers tried to take our pictures.

Frame thirty: Being stopped by the MHS video guy, amidst the chaos, whose job it was to track down the yearbook's "Senior Superlatives" and record us, wedding style. He asked me what the class flirt was going to do with her future.

Frame thirty-one: Adlibbing an entire bit about majoring in flirting in college, and all the courses I had to take to fulfill the requirement. A bit of foreshadowing of the comic bits that I would often attempt--and then fail miserably at. Recorded on video. Forever.

At least I was skinny.

There's so much more to June 26, 1986, the prom being the same night. I wore a black sequinned flapper. He wore white tie and tails. We had the same haircut. We had the same piercings. I hated my mother. The night was dreadfully boring, full of dashed expectations and alcohol that never materialized, and a band that played only one slow song all night which my boyfriend chose to dance with someone else.

But then, nearly twenty years later, one of the few things occured that could possibly change my associatioins with June 26.

It became my due date.

The birthday gets so much attention, but the due date, once the delivery has come and gone, hardly at all. It is thereafter banished to some back corner of your brain, 2,834th in a line of Very Important Things to Remember, after the final score of the 1924 World Series, and how to play Hot Cross Buns on the recorder.

And yet, for nine months that date is absolutely everything. Number one on the list, ahead of even your own birthday and the season premiere of Lost. It's the date you are repeatedly confronted with at the OB's office, or when you plug your last menstrual cycle into copious EDD-determining computer programs, just to see if the result will change. It's the date that creates insta-friendships with other expectant women on online message boards. It's the date you both love and fear with all your heart.

It's also the answer to pretty much any question you are assaulted with for forty straight weeks.

So when are you due?

June 26.

Wow but you're carrying so small. Why, when my sister was your size...

June 26.

Really? You're HUGE! Are you sure?

June 26.

You're not going to have a summer baby are you? Her birthday will always suck.

June 26.

Hope you don't go early. You don't want a Gemini, the two of you being earth signs, right?

June 26.

Isn't that a Sunday? You know all the good delivery nurses take Summer weekends.

June 26, 2005.

The day that came and went with nary a contraction.

I was huge. I was hot. I had what I called Muppet ankles, where there's no discernable definition between the calf and the foot. Every time I looked at my swollen feet oozing out over the sides of my thongs, I could only think of a muffin, rising and spreading out of the tin.

Also: Miss Piggy riding a bicycle.

The nursery was painted. The co-sleeper was assembled. The clothes were laundered, as instructed, in the overpriced laundry detergent that doesn't actually get clothes clean but makes mothers feel as if they're good mothers because the package says so, more or less. The doula was booked, the schedule was clear, and the family had one hand on their cell phones at all times.

Just one thing was missing.

Then it was June 27, a date I had never even considered. June 27? Was there such a thing? What eez zees June twenty-zeven of wheech you speek?

It was the same thing that happened when I turned thirty-one. I had spent so much energy anticipating thirty, that I was shocked, shocked to discover that the years kept accumulating afterwards.

Soon it was June 28, June 29...and then, July. July! The nerve! The horrible, horrible nerve of July coming along while I had no baby to show for it. Just a huge belly and my Muppet ankles and an amoeba-sized bladder and the feeling that every day was a year. But a sucky, crappy, horrible year. A year without Christmas or chocolate, where every day is Tax Day and you owe six million dollars.

Didn't the baby know I had told people, "by July she'll be here. Yessiree Bob, I will have that baby in my arms and life as I know it will be changed forever." Didn't she hear me, all the times I had uttered those words? I mean I told people. She was making me look bad.



Nate and I started bargaining. We'll take July 2 but not July 4. No holidays. Or, we'll take July 4 so that Nate can play golf on July 3. July 4 isn't so bad right? Okay, we'll take July 6 but that's it! Not one day more. Oh fine, we'll do July 7, but not July 6. Better to go an extra day than for her to share a birthday with George Bush.

Famous last words, as we used to say back in 1986.

July 6 may be the day, but I think I'm going to start the celebrating ten days earlier every year. Or at least the reminiscing. I'm pretty good at it, what with twenty years of practice. Besides, even with last year's unbearable humidity, the clumps of hair in my shower drain, and the relative lack of interest in personal hygeine during those final excrutiating days of pregnancy--my hair still looked far better than it did at my prom.


Blogger Karen Bodkin said...

Great post! My b-day is July 4th. I'm Canadian and was due Canada Day (the 1st) but chose to come on Independence Day...and so it began!

6/26/06, 9:04 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Watching your due date come and go is probably the most painful thing a pregnant woman has to endure...

...Muppet ankles. That's good. I've always called them 'cankles' -- half calf, half ankle.

6/26/06, 9:17 AM  
Blogger Marie said...

Oh I hear you! Though I didn't have the heat to contend with, as I was due March 1 (and the baby made his debut March 10th). I demand that we call it the Estimate Date. What's with this "Due Date" crap? But that is the Virgo in me talking...

Happy June 26th!

6/26/06, 9:38 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hahaha...muppet ankles. My wife used to refer to her swelling as "Hobbit Feet." Hey, let's see that high school photo!

6/26/06, 9:54 AM  
Blogger Binky said...

So, did your Co-Sleeper go completely unused, too? I had that thing set up and ready to go, only to bring home a baby that went into hysterics any time I even leaned toward it with her in my arms. So she slept securely stuffed in the middle of our bed, and all was good. I actually use the Co-Sleeper now as a play yard, so it wasn't a total waste.

6/26/06, 9:56 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Mine was June 19th. I had the opposite experience, but the time June 19th rolled around my twins were 5 weeks old.

6/26/06, 10:03 AM  
Blogger Nichole said...

Muppet ankles indeed. Mine didn't go away until Baby E was a month old.

And my due date was August 7. She didn't arrive until August 17 and that was only because we were induced!!

6/26/06, 10:08 AM  
Blogger motherbumper said...

During my last weeks of work I actually had to phone in sick to work because I didn't have any shoes that fit (not even bedroom slippers). Seriously. I also had to endure the "when are you due?...October 10? But you're HUGE and it's the beginning of Sept...blah blah blah". Thanks for the memories ;)

Also my hair looked sooo good when I was pregnant too but it turned into a massive dreadlock right after the horomones stopped. Bleck!

6/26/06, 10:09 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ha. I was due June 25 and then June 29, and then I was hoping for July 4 weekend since my dr was on call.

I never put much weight in mine though because I thought I would go "late," however, I started to get a little annoyed after 1.5 weeks went by with nothing. And seriously, I could only wear ONE freaking outfit - my toes and feet were like sausages, and my belly was so tight... UGH.

You captured the thought process of moms everywhere, my friend.

6/26/06, 10:26 AM  
Blogger Amy said...

Alphaville. Dude. That was my prom THEME.

Happy Due Date anniversary. Ours was Dec. 24. Thank God we had to schedule her as a section or she'd have the suckiest birthday on earth.

6/26/06, 10:27 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"Miss Piggy on a bicycle." Did I send you pictures of my pregnancy?

6/26/06, 10:30 AM  
Blogger Pat said...

Gosh that took me back a lot of years. He was ten days late and somehow I had put on 4 stone. No-one had bothered to weigh me and I had become an enormous fat cow. It was a very tranquil time.

6/26/06, 10:31 AM  
Blogger J said...

God I was sick of being pregnant. I had a deal with Maya...if she came two weeks early, she would get a car on her 16th birthday. If she came on her due date (St. Patrick's Day) she would get a car when she graduated from HS. Guess who's buying her own frikkin car? Yup. No March 17th for her, she finally came two weeks late on March 29. Sigh. But we always tell her on March 17 that she COULD have had her birthday that day. She hates that.

6/26/06, 10:35 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You had your prom on June 26? Holy Carp! Where did you go to school? Fairbanks, Alaska? I'd already graduated high school, moved 360 miles away and wrecked my graduation present by June 26! When's your reunion going to be, October? (Mine's August 12)

Oh well. Class of 86 ROCKS!

Oh, any our firstborn was due June 27 but decided to be fashionably late and drop by around July 1.

6/26/06, 10:46 AM  
Blogger Mahlers On Safari said...

I woke up this AM and popped up! Holy shit, I thought! June 26th (even in Tanzania)! Ah the memories. The prom may have been boring, the Rolls Royce overcrowded, and the orange asymetrical hair captured for posterity in that cheesy prom photo might have been better in a color you find in nature, but I'll never forget the day. I'm sorry... but Thalia just can't have it :)

6/26/06, 10:48 AM  
Blogger Lindsay said...

OMG, I love how you describe things!!!
I look like the Marshmellow Man from Ghost Busters when I was preggo!!! I was super swollen! YUK!

6/26/06, 10:54 AM  
Blogger Bea said...

When I got pregnant the first time, my due date was Feb. 11, and my mom remembered instantly that that was her own due date, with me, more than thirty years prior. We never forget...

6/26/06, 11:02 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Did everyone freak out as you were into the July days when you told them your due date was June 26? By the time I was 10 days late (she came that night) people would ask me when I was due. "10 days ago," I'd say. They'd get this look of horror on their face as if my water was going to break and splash on their shoes or something. Amusing but rude!

6/26/06, 11:25 AM  
Blogger Sandra said...

Brilliantly written. Mine was June 12th - my parents birthday. Yes they have the SAME birthday and fate was tempting that my son would share in it too. Of course he was in far too much of a hurry and showed up on June 5th.

Oh and the prom...the memories you just made flood back about the prom...I may have to write about them myself one of these days.

6/26/06, 11:27 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"It was the same thing that happened when I turned thirty-one. I had spent so much energy anticipating thirty, that I was shocked, shocked to discover that the years kept accumulating afterwards"

Yeah! What the fuck is up with THAT? I'll be 31 on Friday. This is not at all fair.

6/26/06, 11:31 AM  
Blogger Jaelithe said...

They changed my due date on me three times. The original due date was based on LMP and an early ultrasound. Another based on some doctor's random decision that we could hear the heartbeat "too well" for me to only be 12 weeks along (WTF? I had an ultrasound, and you're telling me that your little cheap plastic heartbeat listening thingy is more accurate? Mmmkay). Then a third date based on a second ultrasound. Basically, they just kept making my date earlier and earlier.

And yet, the entire time, I felt like I knew exactly the day he'd been conceived. Which, incidentally, matched up with the first date they'd offered-- the latest due date-- perfectly.

Of course, it also happens to be a scientific fact that the earliest ultrasound is the most accurate for determining fetal age (http://www.ob-ultrasound.net/joewoo3.html#5a), but when I tried to tell the doctors this, they ignored me. Because who was I to disagree with a doctor's enormous ego?

6/26/06, 11:32 AM  
Blogger Mel said...

Oh, shit. I was, let's see, seven days past my due date with Really Rosie... so that would mean her due date was... March 16th, and I was TEN days past my due date with the Mack, so her due date was December 12th. I totally hear ya on the bargaining thing, especially with the Mack.
"Not Christmas! Not Christmas! Please don't let me be laboring on Christmas!"

6/26/06, 11:56 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

By the time I got to my 4th pregnancy I had wised up. I only gave a "due season"! Yup, late winter. That would totally confuse people. Late winter in Maine can be anywhere from late Feb to mid May. But it took all of the pressure off. I had alway been late with my babies. They just took longer to "cook" then the average kid. My 3rd was 4, yes, 4 weeks late. Due season...it worked for me.

6/26/06, 12:21 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Happy due date day to you and Nate and Thalia!

I am grinning my stupid head off. With Tacy, my due date was March 29, and her actual birthday is April 9.

And oh, the stupid things that people say to pregnant women. Here's the only three words you ought to say to any pregnant woman: "YOU LOOK GREAT."

6/26/06, 12:27 PM  
Blogger Mel said...


6/26/06, 12:40 PM  
Blogger Andrea said...

Happy Due Date! I know how miserable I was at the end, just begging for it to happen already, and I went a week early. You're a trouper for being TEN WHOLE DAYS LATE! Gah!

6/26/06, 12:42 PM  
Blogger Lisa said...

Pardon me for sounding so cliche, but wow, this is pure writing brilliance.

I hated all the "assvice" I got when I got close to my due dates. Walk a mile, have sex, eat mexican food. I couldn't walk, didn't want to be touched, and was far too frightened of pooping on the table during delivery to be eating mexican food that close to my due date.

6/26/06, 1:16 PM  
Blogger zinalasvegas said...

Ten days late!!!!!!!!!! That is torture. I am sorry (but proud) to say 2 out of my 3 were born on their due dates. The middle child was 2 days late and I was in a LATHER. You're a good girl for being so forgiving. I also became, er, rather hostile, shall we say, when certain friends, who should have had the date tatooed to their eyelids would ask me, "When are you due." Grrrrrrrrr.

6/26/06, 1:29 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

due dates are stupid. my 1st child was born 3 weeks early, my 2nd was 3 weeks LATE--which is technically a 6 week differential, since i figured he'd be early. sigh.

i support your decision to claim Thalia's rightful birthdate as the 26th of june, at least until a few other events can help overshadow the fact that she shares a birthday with an idiot.

i want to spend one day inside of your head... just to see what it's like to be you. THANKS how much i love your writing! xox

6/26/06, 1:38 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love hearing this one: "Really? You're HUGE! Are you sure?"

What are you gonna say, "Oh -- you're right -- I must be waaay overdue, better get to the hospital right now, whether the baby wants to or not!" duh.

My feet swelled so badly with my first pregnancy that I had to buy size 8 wide shoes to accommodate them (I normally wore 6 1/2). It did help me get sympathy seats on the DC Metro, though.

6/26/06, 1:44 PM  
Blogger Jenn said...

Oh yea. I was huge too, and also very LATE! I call them Cankles. (calves goin directly into your feet). No ankles to speak of.

Seriously on Bush's birthday? *sigh* poor thing.

6/26/06, 1:52 PM  
Blogger Mom101 said...

Oh neva, you do NOT want to be in my head, trust me. It's like six hundred voices in a cavernous auditorium all talking over each other.

6/26/06, 2:00 PM  
Blogger carrie said...

Pregnant women shouldn't be given dut dates, rather due months or weeks. Too much pressure, anticipation and expectation for me. I know my craziness in those last months can be solely blamed on obsessing over my due date! Kudos to you for surviving a summer pregnancy, wow!

On another note, prom and graduation in the same night?? Craziness! Oh, and Forever Young will always be one of those anthems of youth - forever - really!


6/26/06, 2:04 PM  
Blogger j.sterling said...

HA! you are so freaking awesome.. do you realize the awesomeness of yourself?!?!

6/26/06, 2:16 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Pretty funny. Like Mamatulip, we call them 'cankles' too. But it's more like a reference to a coffee can, straight up and down.

As for kids coming on due dates, do they? I mean I don't know one person whose kid came when he/she was supposed to. Defiant from the womb!

Kid #1 - Due June 30th, came May 31st.
Kid #2 - Due November 15th, came (INDUCED) December 7th.
Kid #3 - Due March 31, came January 6th.

Not one of them anywhere close!

Late is bad. Early...really early...is much, much, MUCH worse.

Nice post, though.

6/26/06, 2:32 PM  
Blogger Kel said...

Due dates suck. Period. You don't know how much I wanted to strangle my midwife when she said most first pregnancies are overdue.

Thank goodness I was due in the winter time with #1. Baby2 I wasn't so lucky and had to be grossly pregnant all summer long.

6/26/06, 2:36 PM  
Blogger MrsFortune said...

Muppet ankles. Mankles. How funny. Summer birthdays- one thing sucks about it, I can say -never getting to bring in cupcakes to school for your birthday. I hear they're doing wonderful things now such as celebrating all the summer birthdays on a pretend day at school. Make sure Thalia gets to ply her classmates with sugar at least once.

6/26/06, 2:40 PM  
Blogger shade said...

OHH that is so funny my daughters due get this

December 25th

Yeah you heard it right grrrr.

my father in law was happy about that im like how can you be happy that your grandkid would get pushed aside by christmas???
I told her no being born on christmas...

its the only time I have gotten my way with her LOL
December 27th from then on out ... she ruled and she knew it:)

6/26/06, 2:43 PM  
Blogger Melissa said...

You know what is sad? When she is a teen and doesn't listen to you, you will know where it all started.

July babies rock! And on the birthday thing, my brothers were born on July 5th. They always had a huge party. People love to party for two days straight.

6/26/06, 2:54 PM  
Blogger Robin said...

C'mon Liz... how about you *post* a pregnancy picture and let us see for ourselves? ;)

6/26/06, 3:45 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I recently started reading your blog and you crack me up! We are the same age with daughters a month apart. I just went to my reunion (graduated June 13, 1986). Attending this event, though it was a family picnic, was very interesting. My daughter marched all over the place, tried to eat bark, attempted to unplug the bounce house, and then tried to slam the doors on the catering van. Needless to say, I didn't get a lot of catching up with classmates in, and we left after a little over an hour. Good times!!!

6/26/06, 3:51 PM  
Blogger Kristi said...

I thought you were gearing up to announce your "new" due date, as in, you're pregnant!

6/26/06, 4:00 PM  
Blogger Mom101 said...

kfk: Tomorrow's post: Mom101 recovers from her heart attack.

6/26/06, 4:08 PM  
Blogger Mel said...

LMAO!!! Gawd. I got spayed after the Mack, but every time someone says, "You know those things aren't always 100% effective, right?" I get chest pains. And then I pass out.

6/26/06, 4:33 PM  
Blogger Emery Jo said...

thats MY birthday!!
July 6th is the best day of the year.

What's this about George Bush??

6/26/06, 4:41 PM  
Blogger GIRL'S GONE CHILD said...

OOOOOH! Does that mean we're coming up on the "year" post? I'm excited!!!!

6/26/06, 5:09 PM  
Blogger wordgirl said...

I can't wait for the one-year report. I always enjoy it when people reflect on the past year's accomplishments with young children. So sweet.

6/26/06, 5:24 PM  
Blogger Sam, Problem-Child-Bride said...

I confess to having my own muppet moments near pregnancy's end, but usually that was because for about a week before my twins were born, there was a doctor/nurse/casual passer-by for all I know, with their hand up my workings, animating me into uncomfortable paroxysms, despite assuring me that all I would feel was "some pressure."

I apologise if I have put anybody off their dinners.

6/26/06, 5:50 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

lol, great post - same thing happened to me - 10 days over due and she came out ultra wrinkled as a result. Now I have to go back and look up my due date again for the (untouched) baby album.

6/26/06, 7:38 PM  
Blogger Ruth Dynamite said...

Too funny, so true. Class flirt?

Great post.

6/26/06, 8:04 PM  
Blogger The Domesticator said...

Isn't that funny how a due date sticks out like that? By the way, I always remember June 26th...it's my birthday.

6/26/06, 8:07 PM  
Blogger Ashley said...

those muppet ankles you referred to are aka "cankles" right where the calf runs into the ankle.

6/26/06, 8:09 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

PLEASE post a graduation and/or prom photo, please??!!

Also, you were the class flirt? Awwww!

6/26/06, 8:59 PM  
Blogger Chicky Chicky Baby said...

I had all this respect for you because of the dog collar thing, but then you got that Forever Young song stuck in my head. Dammit.

6/26/06, 9:09 PM  
Blogger Blog Antagonist said...

My youngest child was born July 30. In Georgia, this is the pinnacle of hell. My baby was born on his due date, but he weighed 9lbs 3 oz. I was not a happy camper those last three weeks.

I hated my Prom, but I was determined to go, so that I wouldn't always regret not going. I don't think I would have.

6/26/06, 9:11 PM  
Blogger Lisa said...

Wow. You know what you made me think of?

I was on prom court my senior year. I had a great dress, tanned to the point where I now have to go to a derm every year for cancer checks and my hair was so sprayed I probably would have burst into flames if someone walked across carpet and shocked me.

My boyfriend of two years was there. The nicest thing he said to me that night was, "You look kinda nice." He saw an old girlfriend while we were getting our pics taken (on the stage). And he RAN AWAY from me toward her and gave her a huge hug screaming about how he looked "so beautiful" and how he was "so happy to see her." (We never got a prom photo together because he was so busy flirting with his ex.) He pretty much ignored me the rest of the night. THen when I wanted to go to an after prom party, he picked a fight with me. And then he went out to the after party without me, got drunk and passed out.

A few weeks later, I dumped his ass -- according to my diary on JUNE 26!

6/26/06, 10:21 PM  
Blogger Lisa said...

Sorry, the boyfriend ran toward the girl while we were waiting in line to get pics taken. But I guess that doesn't really matter now. heehee

6/26/06, 10:23 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I LOVE this post and how you tied it all together.

And, Class Flirt???? I was almost Class Lady! : )

6/26/06, 10:31 PM  
Blogger Mocha said...

No. Way.

I wore a white flapper dress to my prom.

Not even lying.

Want to compare pictures? It's hanging in my bathroom (I'm too lazy to have put it away) from when I tried it on a few months ago) and YES is the answer to your question.

You wanted to know if it fit, right?

Also? I love you even more for this post. It's not just the prom dress connection anymore.

6/26/06, 10:38 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ah yes, the "due date." Child's first April Fool joke:

"Hey, I'm born today, but I'm not supposed to be born until June 11.

Yea, nothing like the "due" date.

6/26/06, 11:34 PM  
Blogger Mary Tsao said...

My daughter was supposed to be born June 16. Why oh why we celebrate her birth on June 26 (I was lied to!!!) will always be a sore point with me. 10 long overdue days, dammit!

Glad I'm not the only one who feels this pain.

6/27/06, 12:40 AM  
Blogger Cristina said...

My due date was June 24th and I STILL have trouble remembering that that's NOT my son's actual birthday. His birthday is June 28th. For some reason, the due date is even more prominent in my mind than his actual birthday.

So, anyway, I totally get this post. And I think that any baby who is born after his due date in one of the hottest months of the year owes his or her mommy one big fat apology.

6/27/06, 1:46 AM  
Blogger Roola Lenska said...

My daughter was born on January 5th but whenever anyone asks me her birthday I have to think for a minute because I always want to say January 3rd. That is the day we went to the hospital and the 40+ hours of labor began . . .

6/27/06, 5:20 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Due date on number 1 was December 24th... and I was in the hospital that night. She came at 12:52, so we have a Christmas baby. And all we heard was how much she was going to hate her birthday... "uh, thanks, I guess." And then we had a tech do blood work on her and tell her how great it was that she "had the same birthday as God." My husband and I didn't want to technically correct her that it was Jesus' bday and not God's, being the heathens that we are.

Now I'm sitting on a September 7th due date and everyone is saying "what if the baby is born on Sept. 11th?" and I say, "uh, should we send him back?"

And do I pick up from your post that you lost a lot of hair during pregnancy too? I thought I was the only one!

6/27/06, 9:19 AM  
Blogger Mom101 said...

Imperfect Mommy: If he has a 9/11 birthday I'll always remember it. That's mine.

6/27/06, 9:30 AM  
Blogger Miguelita said...

My due date was April 18th, then when they saw twins they said more like end of march, then my c-section was scheduled for March 11th and I lobbied heavily for March 17th, to no avail.

I still get slightly thrown when someone asks me their birthday, since I had four different dates going.

Alphaville, heh. Class of '85 here.

6/27/06, 3:54 PM  
Blogger Stacy said...

What a great post. I am one of the 5 percent of moms who actually give birth on their due date. J was due June 7 and she popped out at 11:20 that same day. I couldn't even tell you when I graduated though. Bad memories ...

6/27/06, 4:13 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

My husband's birthday is July 7th and my father July 10th. And that was so not the point.

I was going to say that I feel a little guilty because Dawson was 2 weeks early and I still couldn't stand to be pregnant one more day. Pre-eclampsia was a bi-otch!

6/30/06, 12:33 PM  

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