This year I am going to try to record all of my children's birth stories on or around their birthday. Hopefully I will get them all down. It was always one of the best parts of my birthday, when mom would tell my birth story. I haven't been as consistent, but at least now it will be in print right? Blog Readers, please don't feel obligated to read I can remember the day I found out I was pregnant with Jane. It was December 11th, 1995. I had found a pregnancy test in my medicine cabinet, but it didn't have the box (I don't remember why). I took the test before I went to work that night at Brick Oven. I was pretty sure it indicated I was pregnant but I wanted to be positive so I drove to Smith's and read the back of the pregnancy test box. It indicated that it was indeed positive and I was thrilled. I started to walk away and then I just had to be really sure, I turned back and read it again. I did the same thing again, walking away and coming back, two...
Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road -Lynyrd Skynyrd