Starts today. To be completely literal, it started at 5am this morning when I was still asleep, because that is when labor began in earnest for me exactly one year ago today. I was in for a long day, night and another half day. Much of it remains a blur to me, which is just as well.
I seem to recall a lot of clever proposals that perhaps my little guy would be born on Labor Day, but the holiday came and went with me still pregnant and Remy still cozy in utero. This year, though, Labor Day does coincide with Remy’s birthday. Hence the title of the post.
I have to say that I’m happy to be on this side of that challenge and don’t have any irrational longings to go through that process again. Not that there’s anything wrong with those who do. Just that it might be an emotional longing over a rational choice. Good thing we have hormones, or we’d never do the things that matter most.
Nap over, time to go.