Happy Birthday, Lauria
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LAURIA
Picture this, Sicily, March 1968......not really in Sicily....but it was 1968 in Hudson, Massachusetts and baby number two was due on the 13th. Michael was almost two years old, out of diapers, and sleeping in his big bed. Back in the olden days, the sex of the unborn was predicted by some pretty accurate methods, such as "from behind, you can't tell you are pregnant" or "wow! are you sure you're not having twins." Each day that went by made me think that I was going to be pregnant forever giving birth just before she was ready to go to first grade. My ribs were bruised and sore from her stretching and kicking, but the womb is a warm comforting place to be. You're fed three meals a day or in my case more. You can suck your thumb and be rocked to sleep. Why be born? Almost three weeks later and at 5:30 AM, she was finally born. When my mother called relatives and neighbors to give them the good news, of course everyone thought she was playing an April Fool's joke.
"seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers. I don't remember growing older, when did she? "
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i think the conversation went something like this:
you: "it's a girl!"
grammy: "april fools!"
you: "no, really, it's a girl."
grammy: "OH!"