The plan was to dig out my last pregnancy test (out of a pack of two) that Chris had bought when I was pregnant with Enzo. Well, he bought it before we knew I was pregnant, but anyhow...
My friend Wendy is pregnant and my plan was to get her to pee on the stick and have the little digital window say "pregnant" and then to spirit the test home and give Chris a little M.I. Except, this would be really unbelievable because I have my period. So no April Fool's for us.
This weekend is Hannah's ninth birthday party. Nine years ago I was hugely pregnant and a freshman in college. I was in class the day before I delivered and I was back to class within a week.
Here she is at birth. She weighed 8lbs, 15oz and was out in 4 pushes. She's still really not into taking things slowly.
She was a totally mischievous toddler. I once found her hidden between a bed and a wall,furiously eating a Cadbury Cream egg.
It was only her and I back then, and she was my little buddy. We pretty much went everywhere together. She traveled where I traveled. We had fun. Being a single parent wasn't easy, but I think I did an okay job.
In this one she looks exactly like I did at that age. So many people commented on our similarities. By 4, her hair was down to her waist and it was SUCH A PAIN. I can't count the number of hours I spent brushing it.
Chris and I started dating around then.
The first time she met him she jumped on him like he was a jungle gym. He took it pretty well.When she was five, she got a new sister and a haircut.
For the most part, Hannah is a really great big sister. She's definitely got a future as a babysitter. She has decided she wants twins- a boy and a girl. Better her than I.
Now she's turning nine. It's her last single-digit year. She'll be driving off before I know it.
Happy Birthday, kid.
