A year ago today, I finally decided to start reading Mockingjay, the third book in the Hunger Games trilogy by Suzanne Collins. I had read the first two a year or more earlier and had pre-purchased Mockingjay about a month before it was released. Once I received Mockingjay, I was so upset the series would be over that I set it aside. Wisely, April 10th, 2011 I decided I should probably start reading it, since I might not have more time.
So I sat out on my back porch during an unseasonably warm Sunday morning and started reading. My feet were propped up on another patio chair. The action picked up, and I had a contraction.
Seven minutes later, I had another.
Another after thirteen minutes.
And then another after two.
All day long, as I read this book I had random, sharp contractions. As the tension mounted in the book, the contractions would get closer together. Then they'd slow down.
At 12:05 pm, Emma Elizabeth entered this world... and she's hardly stopped screaming since.
Happy first birthday to my squishy, chunky, silly, hyper, smart, insanely gorgeous