“I woke up at 5 a.m. to get ready for the day and do some physical training. I felt like I had a chest cold coming on, but I ignored it. There was no pain, so I worked out, got home, took my shower. Next thing I know, I start to see light. I was drinking two 20oz cans of energy drinks a day.”
“I began to burn… like FREAKIN’ BURN. It felt like someone had basted me with bleach and LAVA was erupting into my baby maker oven.”
“I know I’m not supposed to say that, but I did. Both times.”
“Husbands, fathers, thrilled-to-be-childless-bachelor uncles, college-aged-home-on-break-menfolk, HEAR ME: this is a holiday for the enjoyment of all, and your participation is not just wanted, it’s required.”
“Little did I know that holding her for the first time could be my last, as I was diagnosed with postpartum HELLP syndrome and admitted to the ICU that night.”
“I thought I would have more time before becoming an actual parent. My crew was uprooted yet again. We waited another two years for our case to have some progression.”
“My husband decided to check all the tie downs and bungee cords ‘one last time.’ I heard him mumble the proverbial man phrase, ‘that ain’t going anywhere.’ Until, it did.”
“I had just come back from my break when Steven burst through the doors of the store and told me I had to come with him immediately. I raced out to the car, where I saw Logan, in his car seat, turning blue.”
“‘What does that mean?’ I asked her curiously.”
“My husband started reading the box saying aloud, ‘Noooo, I don’t think two lines mean positive.’ He handed me two other tests, which both immediately returned positives. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. So, I did both.”
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