Team Gray!

13 years ago today, we were both recovering from a very rough birth.

I was elated at the idea of calling my baby a him. Imagine it! After months of saying, “they think it’s a boy,” I could finally talk about my son. And I thought of him as a brother from the beginning. He was born a brother. So, I called him brotherman, and Mr. a lot in those early days.

10 years ago, we spent a lot of time together when your sister was in school. We even spent a decent amount of time at the school, too. You were forging your own relationship with the lunch lady, who loved you enough to buy you Christmas and birthday presents. You were bold enough to walk in the school to fetch your sister. The kids in her class called you little dude and stuff like that.

You always scared me to death with your boldness. You have never had any fear in the swimming pool, even when you struggled to keep your chin above water so you could talk trash to your teacher during your swim lesson.

You tackled riding bikes and skating with the same boldness. Watching you fly straight up in the air and land with a thud was terrifying. Yet you got right back up and fearlessly rode your bike back home.

Now you’re 13 and pursuing your own interests, like guitar, basketball, strategic games, etc. Even though you’re still really committed to the idea of kick butt (which I really don’t quite grasp), you are so gentle with your little brother. He will be a better man for having had you in his life.

I remember so much that happened over the course of this 13 years, even though it seems to have flown by. What I can’t much remember is what life was like before you came flying in after 2 hours and 43 minutes of labor. I am very grateful to have you as my son.

Happy Birthday, Xay

A little bird told me to expect a baby any time now. I know it’s soon, but when I go to bed every night expecting to go into hard labor, and wake up comfortable the next morning, it’s a tad disheartening.

Oh well. We’ll let you know when we know.

I get to go to the midwife today. Oh, Joy! My first post-due date visit. Pray for me.

So first of all I apologize for getting everyone’s hopes up over the weekend. I had really hoped that what turned out to be more like stomach flu was actually some form of labor.

Somehow the word got out that I was in labor, in the hospital, and just not telling anyone what I had.

Today I saw Yanni talking to Sandy, her basketball coach’s wife at co-op. They were standing right in front of the van, so I could tell by the gestures that Sandy was asking about the baby. Yanni tried again to explain to her that I had not indeed gone into labor, when Sandy turned and saw me. We talked, and she told me that she had told a friend that I had already gone into labor, and they were waiting to hear about the baby.

Sorry, it’s just me and this enormous, kicking belly.

Curtis has directed his peeps to the site for updates. Finally he doesn’t have to field questions about the baby. People can come here to get answers.

And now I don’t even want the baby tomorrow. She can wait. Because it is a big day. Xay’s basketball club starts, and it’s our last chance to take him out to take advantage of kids eat free lunch with Daddy. Not to mention, I need to go grocery shopping. So little miss lady can just stay put until Wednesday.

After which I plan to completely melt down if I have to go to another midwife visit still pregnant.