It's my birthday!

Ok, so it's not necessarily baby-related, but it kind of is. I mean it's called a BIRTHday! It's hard to imagine my mom going through the same things I am, the same feelings, fear and wonder and complete "what the hell is this going to be like", only to have a teeny me show up 30 years ago today. I wonder every day what that's going to be like, getting handed this little person who I've spent the last nine (eight really-didn't know I was pregnant for the first few weeks) months thinking about, talking to, imagining. How did my parents handle those first few days, those first few weeks? They can tell me, but really it's so far away they could never really relate what things were really like. I was the first baby in the family, for my parents, aunts, uncles and grandparents. So it's not like they had a few new parent contemporaries in the family at the time. I plan on keeping this blog going now and again, after Dolly or Sam is born, just to keep the records straight and not rose-colored. Barry's birthday is next (September 12th) and then, BABYTIME! Oh boy, what's this baby going to be writing about 30 years from that day?