Here's Harper at a baby shower we went to this afternoon.
There was a pinata.
Hadley was 10 days overdue. I wasn't working because I was on somewhat of a liberal bedrest due to contractions that started several weeks before it was safe for Hadley to be born. So one morning, after I'd watched my 5th episode of The Gilmore Girls, I decided I was going to go somewhere. I'd heard walking was supposed help the baby come faster, so I figured I'd take a walk. The problem was, I couldn't get my right shoe on. Something about a nerve in my butt made it excruciating to get that other shoe on my foot. I sat down on our couch and cried. Then I called Jesse and said, "I can't leave the house because I can't get my shoe on!"
Jesse did his best to cheer me up, but what really made a difference that morning was receiving my very first text message. It was from Angela. I think she'd won an award for teaching. I can't remember what it was, but it was so good to hear from her. What she didn't realize is that for a few minutes, while I tried to figure out how to text her back, and we had a little conversation, she'd taken my mind off of the hugeness of my stomach and the lack of mobility I was experiencing at the moment. She made me feel normal again.
And I think that's what we moms are all trying to do with our stories of delivering our beautiful babies, or discussing the many nights we tried to get them to sleep, or whatever it is we share. We're just trying to make you feel normal again.
OK, maybe we think we're a little awesome because of what we did. I mean, 9lb 10oz? And I pushed for 30 minutes and then there was my Hadley Grace? That's nothin' to shake a stick at.