People have taken longer to decide what to eat at McDonald's, because two weeks later I had a positive pregnancy test.
Other than a slight scare at the beginning, a slight case of gestational diabetes, and growing to gargantuan proportions, I had a rather uneventful pregnancy.
On Friday, April 14, 2000, I went in for scheduled induction. It was about three weeks early as they were afraid he would be larger than 10 pounds if I went 40 weeks, (Nicholas was 10 pounds at birth) plus there was a risk because I had just had a baby a year earlier.
(In hindsight, I might have voted to keep him in and had a C-section...oh well.)
At 3:05pm, Darrin Alexander was born weighing 8lb. 11oz.
To say we are lucky is an understatement. He was such an easy baby. Hardly cried. Ate well.
As he grew into a little boy, he has continued to bring us nothing but joy. He is the sweetest, most caring child. Don't get me wrong-he can get an attitude. (Not sure where that came from; it must be a recessive gene. ::cough::)
He has always been my baby. I think he always will.
Today, he turns nine years old. And if having him meant I had to have two babies in a year, I'd do it all over again.
Fourth birthday. Look at Nicholas' face. This was probably the beginning of, "Darrin gets everything!"
To be continued...