circular.

i can’t stop reflecting on what was happening in my life just one year ago.

around this time of the day, i was doing some pre-natal yoga. there was a visualization element to the practice i had selected for this day, and it involved processing the labor and delivery process. i remember focusing all my energy on really manifesting all the exercises and techniques i had learned through my bradley method classes, and i remember feeling pretty zen and almost excited about the idea of going into labor.
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aaron left for portland a bit later in the day, and i made myself busy puttering around the house and catching up on programs that he didn’t love to watch (i.e. anything "real housewives"-related). i snuggled into bed just after 11:30p and turned on the TV in our room to find something to fall asleep to. a half hour later, i realized i had to go to the bathroom, and i stood up to make my way to the bathroom. as i did, i felt a huge gush of water and it took me awhile to realize that i was standing in a giant puddle. eventually, my brain caught up with my body and alerted me: THIS IS IT. THE BABY IS COMING EARLY.

keep in mind, it was august 28th, and my due date wasn’t until september 12th. on top of that, we had convinced ourselves that this baby would be coming later vs. earlier, based on family history and yada yada yada.

of course, the first thing i did was try to call aaron to let him know. or maybe i texted him. but i knew that he always turned his ringer off at night, so i wasn’t surprised when he didn’t pick up/respond to my text. so i called the hotel and asked them to ring his room…