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What is a Birth Story?

Honestly, I have no idea.

When I learned I was expecting, I downloaded the What To Expect app on my iPhone. Immediately I was connected with a TON of other moms expecting in the same month my babies were due. We had a fantastic, drama filled pregnancy journey, however; that in itself is it's own story.

After most momma's gave birth, they posted a 'Birth Story' thread in our forum. These consisted mostly of the events that occurred from the first contraction until baby was in her arms. They were all beautiful. Some were considerably different from how the momma had planned her delivery, and some fit momma's plans exactly. More often than not, there was at least one disappointment in how things went down.

I had twins. C-section. Not at all how I'd hoped, so I never shared mine. I feel like its a bit boring, but when you know the whole shebang, it's beautiful. I'm going to begin to share it with you tonight.

Thursday, December 03, 2009 (yep, I'm going back that far!), I was hosting a baby shower/stork drop for a friend that I had worked with. I picked up her cake from my very talented sister, drove to the bank and set up. I sat with her for 4 hours as people came in and visited, snacked and dropped off gifts. It was so much fun!

Then, a crazy thing happened, I had a piece of chocolate cake and I didn't like it. WHAT?!?! Honey, I LOVE chocolate cake! And I knew. I knew that I was carrying a tiny, new bundle of Joy. I grabbed a test, ran upstairs to check my instincts, and there they were. Two perfectly perpendicular lines.

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