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One year ago tonight, right about this time, I was wondering when I would be going to the hospital. I’d been having contractions for a few hours that were erratic but getting closer. At 11:00, the doctor on call told me to take a hot shower to see if that stopped the contractions, then to try and get some sleep. The hot shower felt good, but nothing really stopped. I did try to go to bed, though.
At 2:00, they were three minutes apart. Time for the hospital. I had no idea that I’d have my TJ in just about 10 hours.
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TJ turns one year old tomorrow. Tom’s taken the day off from work. We’ve told our realtor we’re not doing any showings. We’re having a big family lunch at Red Robin tomorrow. It’s the only place around here that can suitably accommodate our large party while still being TJ-friendly. It’s also rather appropriate because it’s where we told the parents I was pregnant.
I can’t believe he’s going to be a year old.
That’s me: Christina Gleason. I’m a writer, editor, and disability advocate. I'm a multiply disabled autistic lady doing my best in this world built for abled people. I’m a geek for grammar, fantasy, and casual gaming. I hate vegetables. I cannot reliably speak, so I’ll happily conduct business over email or messaging instead.
