July 17, 1997 was our first date. David showed up late but with flowers. He made up some cockamamy excuse for his tardiness but the real story had something to do with ex-girlfriend drama. Heh...I guess that one worked out in my favor in the end. We went to a movie, took "the long way" home and kissed when he dropped me off. We never would've guessed that I'd be this close to popping out his kid 14 years later. It's been a good 14 years.
He's autocrossing today. When he left this morning, he encouraged me not to go into labor while he's gone because he's in Kentucky. I guess I'll stay away from the spicy foods and jumping jacks until he gets back. (Grandmas, don't pack your bags yet. Evan's definitely going to be a no-show today.)
Speaking of due dates. We've made our guesses. He originally said the 23rd but revised it to the 27th. I don't think he's allowed to revise, but whatever. I say August 2. I feel better about expecting to go past due. That way, if I do, I can at least console myself by knowing that I predicted it. And if I go past the 2nd...well, that's when I'll start crying.
For your viewing pleasure, here's our attempt at something artsy fartsy:
This one is like the ol' older sibling kissing mommy's belly photo:
There may or may not have been some peanut butter required to get that shot...
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