D-Day

Woke up one morning in a funk and didn't understand why. Didn't want to turn loose of the sheets. Didn't want to leave my husband's side. Didn't want to shower. Had tears well up in my eyes without provocation.

Didn't want to do anything.

Took just a glance at my cell phone to figure out a potential underlying cause.

It was my due date - July 11th.

At the time when the doctor told me what the due date would be, I can recall making jokes with my husband about "7-11" and how we should be concerned that this kid could be open 24 hours like a convenience store, too.

Turns out, my due date turned out to be my very own version of "D-Day". Sure, it's extremely dramatic to compare something so tiny that it's barely a blip on the radar, to something as momentous as history's "D-Day". There are no mass casualties, intense sacrifice, insurmountable pain and loss of friends and heroes associated with my d-day. And there's definitely no need for a monument to memorialize such an event.

But through all of the differences, I have found one undeniable similarity - both days were game changers. The events of June 6, 1944 forever changed the course of WWII and subsequent world history. The landscape of France's coastline is still riddled with scars from battle. And, however small the events of July 11, 2012 were, they have forever changed the course of my life.

It stinks. Not what I had hoped for. Not what I had planned. And it will completely change what I expected to be the landscape of my own life.

But it is what it is.

What I thought would be the beginning of a new chapter in parenting, has in fact become something very different. For me, giving birth is most likely not an option in the traditional sense.

But it might be time for me to "give birth" to something else.

Maybe zucchini in my garden can be a starting point for now???

If that doesn't work, I'm moving on to a mini-cow........my husband just doesn't know it yet. ;)