Tonight, while I sleep (hopefully), my baby will turn 2. I'm sure the event will be much less dramatic than his actual birth day, which was a very long day with myriad twists and turns that narrowly avoided an emergency c-section, visited a vacuum extractor, and ultimately resulted in the arrival of Duncan Collins Martin, 7 pounds 14 ounces, 21 inches. He missed his due date by 41 minutes, a lateness that can be attributed to my utter hopelessness at "pushing." (Give me a break...I'd been awake for about 24 hours and had all kinds of chemicals pumped into my body).
One day you're pregnant, and the next day you're some one's mother. You go to bed 1 and wake up 2. It's surreal.