Today is 7/17/17. It is also my 58th birthday. I was born 58 years ago in Cincinnati, Ohio. Weighing in at 6 lbs. 5 oz. and 18 inches long, my mother used to get irritated when people would refer to me as a “premature” baby. Because I wasn’t. I was full term and just a small baby. I came into the world at 12:24 am so was almost a July 16th baby instead of a July 17th baby.
I’ve told this birth story before on my blog and since my mother’s not here to tell it like she always did on my birthday, I’m telling it again. It was funnier hearing it from her in person but oh well.
I was the third child born to my parents. They already had two girls— a 3-year-old and a 16 month old. My mother got pregnant with me when her last baby was only 7 months old. I guess you could say I was an oops baby. Well, actually I was a “diaphragms don’t work if you don’t take them out of the nightstand drawer” baby. My mother always laughed at this part of the story and said that my dad sorta snuck up on her that night. Okaaaay. But anyway, when the doctor told my mother she was pregnant with me, she looked at him and said, “I CAN’T BE PREGNANT! I JUST HAD A BABY!” Well, she WAS pregnant and needless to say, I was supposed to be the boy. My mother said when she woke up from having me (back then they put women under anesthesia to have babies), she looked down at her wrist and saw another pink bracelet. She stared at that bracelet thinking maybe her eyes weren’t yet focusing, but yep, that bracelet was definitely pink and not blue. And according to her when she always told this story, she then said, “Well, damn…. another girl.” That is SO my mother… You just had to know her. The lady in the bed right next to her said, “Well, I just had my 3rd boy. You wanna trade?” And then they both had a good laugh.
My mother said I’m lucky to be here because my sister who was 16 months older than me tried her darndest to poke my eyes out. Really. She always went for my eyes.
My husband offered to take me out tonight for a birthday dinner, telling me I could choose the restaurant of my choice since I was the birthday girl. But I told him I thought grilled hamburgers at home appealed to me more. So that’s what we did. He grilled the burgers and I made salads, baked beans and oven baked waffle fries.
Later there was birthday cake. Can you tell my favorite color is yellow? Hubby always gets yellow flowers on my cake.
And there was homemade strawberry ice cream again, left over from hubby’s birthday six days ago.
It was all delicious. My dear sweet mother-in-law’s 88th birthday is in 4 days. And then our anniversary will be here in just over 2 weeks on August 2nd (our 32nd)! And so the celebrations with cake continues. Losing weight in July is well, impossible. That’s all I’ll say about that.
I miss my parents on my birthday. Always do. Always will.