Ten years ago today, I wanted a bacon cheeseburger.
That's what I had planned after my 11 am, 36 week prenatal check up.
I really, really wanted that burger.
Instead, I got an ultrasound, a concerned tech,
a worried OBGYN, and a room in the maternity ward.
I pouted the entire walk to the ward about that burger.
(Hormones are funny, funny things.)
I got a protein shake,
a serious flush of fluids via IV,
and a whole lotta peeing.
The next morning,
when my amniotic fluid had failed to replenish itself,
they scheduled the emergency C-section.
And then, there she was, our miracle girl.
What a blessed ten years we've had.