Twenty one years ago today, I gave birth to my firstborn son. The pregnancy was problem-free except for 41 weeks of vomiting. Definitely a boy, everyone said.
I remember sitting on the blue chair in my bedroom looking out the window on a beautiful Saturday--ten days past my due date. For one scary moment I panicked thinking the pregnancy wasn't real and that I had just gotten fatter. I called up my good friend Mary and told her I couldn't stay in the house another minute. She was a reluctant accomplice to my escapade. We went shopping at Conran's in Cambridge. I bought six blue and white trays. I have no idea why. I didn't need trays and they weren't even on sale.
During the outing at Conran's, I went into labor. At 7:40 p.m. that evening, Sam was born. I will never forget seeing that scrunched up little face for the first time. It literally feels like it all happened yesterday.
My boy is a junior in college now. He's grown into a first rate human being and I am so proud of the man he has become. We will celebrate when he comes home for Thanksgiving break.
Twenty one years have gone by in a flash. Kids mark time like nothing else.
Through all the changes over the years, the biggest one for me personally is that I weigh less than I did before I was pregnant with Sam.
Some things, however, haven't changed. The blue and white trays are still here and they make me smile every time I look at them.
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