One year ago . . .
My due date was drawing closer with no sign of impending labor whatsoever. A usually happy pregnant woman, I was nearing that feeling that I could not possibly get any larger. I was walking every day and night, eating spicy foods, doing as many of the infamous labor starters that I could bear.
I was ready to stop being pregnant, but I was also trying to remember every moment of it. Most of all I was ready to meet my son.