10 years ago today....and 8 years after that.......

10 years ago today it was a Friday and I had just went back to school after being off all week with strep throat.
As I rode the bus home I realized that going back was not such a good idea. I felt horrible. The bus pulled up to my house, I hopped off and walked up the sidewalk to the front door. As I was setting my bookbag down on the chair Mom was asking me how I felt and the phone was ringing. Before I could tell her how miserable I was she handed me the phone. It was my best friend Stasha. Her Mom had rented a room in a hotel in Chillicothe for her and her dad's anniversiary. She was going to go up to decorate it and let the kids swim in the pool...(Stash and I were 15 and her little brother was 11 I think.....) She wanted to know if I wanted to go with her. Of course I put on my best "I feel great face", turned around and asked my mom. She asked how I felt that day.."Great!" :) She said ok. I put on my swim suit and sweats...no make-up.....and my jacket. Her Mom was there to pick me up w/i 15 minutes.

Her Mom told us that she was going to stop at Krogers to pick up a few things....Stash and I decided to wait in the truck. (A little background now......I had been dating a lifeguard that I was just crazy about....but he was a little too old and lived a little too far away and things just weren't working out. I had thought this skinny kid w/ pencil leg jeans at Krogers was cute and I had caught him looking at me a time or two. So after lifeguard and I didn't work out My Mom took me to Krogers like twice a week so I could try to see cute pencil leg jeans guy...I thought he wore them just for work....Anyway after 2 months of searching for him I had given up and decided he must have quit...for the past month Mom and I had been going to Big Bear for another guy LOL...I of course had shared this great search w/ my BFF...) So we are sitting in the truck and I'm really feeling crappy...Thinking to myself "this isn't a good idea....why am I here?" when I look out the back window and there he is...Pencil-leg jeans guy is pushing carts!!! "That's him!!! OMG That's him!!!!" (As you can imagine a 15 year old squealing to her best friend...) In my sick stupor, I tried to come up with a plan of action....completely forgetting that I'm sitting there in sweats w/ no makeup. My grand plan? Yell at him....from the back of the truck window of course!!! "Kroger Boy! Kroger Boy?" I see him look aruond and panic..ducking behind the seat. New plan. I'm going to write my number down and give it to him. I search my pockets and find my school excuse....and the only thing I could find in the truck to write with....lipstick! That was too corny...even for the girl w/ no make-up who had just yelled "Kroger Boy". So we snuck out of the truck and went inside, up to the customer service desk, where I nonchalantly asked for a pen. I wrote on the paper my phone number and headed back outside. He was pushing carts and his back was towards us. As we got closer I started to panic. Stasha grabbed the paper out of my hand and dropped it in the cart he was pushing and we took off. (How stupid we must have looked....)

At this point we are back in the truck and are simply laughing at the whole thing. I catch a glimpse of the rear-view mirror...Pencil-leg jean guy is walking towards the truck. (Yes he wore a nametag..but for some reason my super memory failed me when it came to his name all those years ago....) He walks up to the window and asks whose number it is. I shyly raise my hand and a big grin breaks across his face. I see his name tag...Adam. We chat quickly about when I will be home and when he gets off......he promises to call.

That night we talked for 3 hours on the phone and set a date for the next night....Stay tuned tomorrow for the conclusion...

2 years ago today Adam and I were 5 days over due waiting on Brennen....this after being told 6 weeks earlier that he would be delivered by that weekend. I had been having contractions but nothing steady. We had an appt 4 weeks earlier where the Dr. was sure my water had broke....Evidently I peed. And the week after that the Dr. offered to send us up to the delivery floor which I understand to be the Holy Grail of offers...Basically if you are sent up, you leave w/ Baby. At that point Adam and I looked at each other and shook our heads....we didnt' want to push things if the baby wasn't ready. Now here we are...FIVE days PAST my due date and no real new signs that baby is coming. They said I was having contractions and they were getting concerned that my fluid levels were dropping....they weren't asking so much this time as telling us it was time. They wanted us to check in to the maternity floor and spend the night. Adam and I looked at each other this time and grinned....then promptly asked the Dr..."Can we leave and get something to eat?" He said to take our time and just check in on the 3rd floor...they would be expecting us. This was at like 4. I had been shopping earlier that day w/ my Mother-in law and Sister-in-law and had found the outfit I wanted to take him home in. I ran home to wash it! We went out to eat w/ my cousin Nicole at the Emmitt House and picked up our bags...It was about 8:30 before we checked in! They inserted something called cervadil, gave me 2 sleeping pills, and told me to rest. Around 10:00 we heard really loud screaming...sounded like a girl I had went to school with who was pregnant but wasn't due for a few weeks. She too was naming her baby Brennen. Now Adam and I chose Brennen because it wasn't common and being Adam and Amanda...we were all too familiar w/ going to school w/ a million people with your name. So I was at least taking solace in the fact that MY Brennen was coming first. Adam walked out in the hall and ran into a guy he went to school with....the guy that married the girl I went to school with. At 10:30 something on 2/19 they had their Brennen. Adam was sleeping like a baby by 11:00. I was listening to that Brennen cry and watching the monitors wondering when my Brennen was ever going to get here....Check in tomorrow for the conclusion.