Happy Birthday to me!
Today is my 24th birthday. I do not feel old. I have lots of friends who are old. I still feel quite young.
I am single, fabulous, and have a lot of things to look forward to over the next year.
22 was a rough year for me... 23 was much improved. I hope that things are going to continue on this upward trend for the 24th year in the life of this fabulous one... I've got good feelings about it.
And now, I share with you, the story of my birth:
My mother was due with me, her first child, on April 26, 1985. She wanted an April baby SO badly (why? I still have never really gotten a good answer out of her). She went to the hospital like three times after April 20th thinking that she was in labor, and each time they told her to go home because it wasn't time yet.
On the morning of April 30th, she thought it was finally time, so she went to the hospital. The doctor said no, not yet. He told her to go home and take a walk, because that would help speed things up. So she went home and went on a walk with my neighbor and my parents great dane they owned at the time.
Finally later that day after taking the dog for like the third walk of the day, it was time to go to the hospital. They went around 5:00, and my mom thought she was going to finally get her April baby.
I was born at 1:01 AM on May 1st, 1985. My mom says she should have known then that she was going to have a stubborn daughter who was going to wait and do things her own way. She's right. :)