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So what is your best present ever? Not necessarily one you've received, after all we know it's better to give so you can answer it either way--what's your best present ever, given or received?
This one is an easy one for me. Nine years and a handful of days ago I received the best birthday present ever. My son!
What's even more amazing is he was a complete surprise. Oh I knew I was pregnant, LOL, there was no doubt about that. But practically from the first weeks of my pregnancy he was larger than average and I was told to expect him to come early. His due date was November 19; my birthday is November 22nd. I never once dreamed he'd decide to wait and share it with me.
About a week before Halloween after a routine exam the doctor told me to go home and make sure my bags were packed and everything was ready. the baby was in positron and would probably come soon.
So I went home. Packed my bags. And waited. Halloween came and went, and still no baby. The first week of November stretched into the next and so on.
Throughout all this, I had terrible Braxton Hicks, or false labor pains, so when November 21 dawned and I was nauseous and twingy, I assumed it was Braxton Hicks again. Now two days past my due date and horrendously uncomfortable, I was beside myself wondering when this baby would ever come. Sleep was next to impossible no matter how exhausted I was (I was caring for a busy 2 1/2 year old after all). I remember at one point looking Heavenward and saying a quick prayer for it to be soon. (Actually it was more like a desperate "Would you come on and get this baby born, I can't take it anymore!!!!")
An hour later we were on the way to the hospital with me in active labor--talk about answered prayers LOL. A little after 11 pm I was settled into the hospital bed when the nurse asked how old I was. I glanced at the clock and said "well, give it another hour or so and that will change." Then and only then did it occur to me that I was going to have a baby on my birthday. That should have been a clue to me that this is one kid with a mind of his own--believe me, that hasn't changed, LOL.
Nine years later, he's still the best gift ever. Best of all he doesn't mind sharing a birthday with his mom. I have made certain from the beginning that he has his own cake (no cheating and putting both our names on one cake!) so he feels it's "his" day and not just "our" day. And since I have some experience with this birth date, I enjoy showing him the ropes (rule number one: do not turn on the news that morning or you'll hear how many years ago in Dallas it was since JFK was killed. Not a great way to start your day) and have promised him even when Thanksgiving falls on his birthday, he'll still get his favorite birthday cake (yes, my mom tried the "stick the candle in the pumpkin pie" trick one year hoping I wouldn't notice that they'd forgotten to bake me a birthday cake; it didn't work LOL).
If there's a downside, it's that there is always a lot of cake in my house by the time Thanksgiving rolls around so I have a fridge full of leftover goodies tempting me.
And of course, you have to feel for my husband. Not only can he never again claim to have "forgotten" my birthday ...but no matter what gift he picks out, he'll never top the one he gave me in 2002.
So now you've heard about my best gift ever. What's yours?