Twelve years ago today, I woke to sharp pains in my very pregnant belly. Within 10 minutes of the first contraction, I had two more contractions and my water broke all over our bed. I shook Tony awake-- no small feat-- and with much fearful excitement, explained the situation. He stared at me sorta confused, then asked,
"Are you sure you didn't just pee yourself?"
It reminds me of a recent country song's main chorus line... hmmm, how does it go? Oh yeah, "Stupid Boy".
Happy 12th Birthday, Wyatt!!!! We LOVE YOU!!!