5 years ago tonight...

I was 8 months and three weeks pregnant. My dad, Dan, Angie, and Porter all came to dinner with Bruce and I. It was even a Sunday, same as today. I was wearing sweat pants, I'm sure, because that was all that fit. We ate chile verde. Angie asked me if I was ready for the baby to be here, and I told her that, no, I hadn't even put things away in the dresser drawers or anything. She warned me I'd better get on it, because that baby could come at any time. So, while the men hung out doing who knows what, she folded blankets, and put away tiny clothes, and placed diapers in the changing table, and made the bed in the crib. They left about nine or so, and my back really started hurting. While Bruce slept, I tried to relax in the rocker in the nursery and watch TV. Little did I know my sweet baby girl would arrive within hours.