Wow, 12 years. Has it really been that long?

Twelve years ago today I got up on a Monday morning and went to work.

I was driving my new red van and feeling pretty happy about things.

I was gigantically pregnant.

I know.  Everyone always claims that.

But I was.

Really.

Pictures?  Oh please no.  Your monitor might not be big enough for it.

I hardly remember the details of that day except for the fact that it was my last day at work for 10 weeks.  Because the next day I was going to have my baby.

I was unwillingly having a c-section, 8 days before  due date.

What did I get?  Oh dear, you will just have to stop by tomorrow for that one. . . .