Fifty-two Wednesdays ago, it was my last Wednesday before Sadie. I’d already taken off from work, and I spent the day relaxing at home and playing my best April Fool’s Day prank ever.
My friend, Kat, often hosts a Wednesday night girls’ night, mostly to gab and watch ANTM (that’s America’s Next Top Model, for those of you who have been missing out), and to eat Skeezers pizza, of course. I had horrible heartburn for, oh, about the second half of my pregnancy, but I decided the pizza was totally worth it. Kat had her surprise homebirth following a meal of Skeezers, so I thought it might bring good juju. While I can’t claim that it was the pizza that did it, I went home and went to bed, and the next time I woke up, I was in labor!
My mom and dad had a steak and potato dinner the night before I was born. I’m a little sad that I didn’t have the presence of mind to have dinner with Trevor, but it’s not like I really knew Sadie was going to be born two days later. And pizza makes for a pretty good story, right?