B. a. B. Y. M.I.C.H.a.E.L

it squirms inside me and i feel his kick.
It thumps like a beating drum wanting to burst open.
my belly so big and smooth like a water melon.
my husband rubs my belly and tries to "quiet my tummy" and
it works. I feel no thump no weird rythem.
Its just peaceful inside.
When it was finally time i screamed and squeezed my husbands hand.
(I told him that i would be squeezing so hard he would end up in the
hospital bed next to me, lol)I feel like my insides are being pulled and yanked out of me
It only gets worse from there... the bright white lights that are in my eyes
and face make it more stressful, "PUSH!" the doctor yells, and i curse back
saying, "I AM! YOU BASTARD! I AM!!!" its hectic and caotic and i want it over
with. When it IS fianlly over i faint from relief. Then there is the
special moment where those little hazel eyes and those chubby cheeks stare
at you and you can't help but cry and smile at the man you call your
husband. We name him michael (after his dad, and his grandpa)
and as i look up i see my husband crying and saying,"I'm a dad,
your a mom, he's ours...."