I was at work, running interviews for Optometry students, and people kept asking me if I had felt any braxton hicks, to which I replied 'no'. Meanwhile, I was actually having real, full-on contractions. I had 'false labor' the night before so I figured I would just keep timing them and stay working, then went home and we took both dogs to the vet, ate dinner, and I just kept having contractions about 8-10 minutes apart for forever. We went to bed and I woke up when they got really intense and closer together and we trooped over to the hospital to have Evie the next afternoon.
This morning, my teeny-tiny baby demanded that she wear her pajama shirt to school (with jeans of course) and had to get a drink out of the water fountain at daycare, resulting in the usual soaked baby we experience most mornings. She also deemed a coat unnecessary even though it was only 40 degrees out.
It seems like things have changed, just a little:) I also asked Evie what tomorrow was and without further prompting she said "my birthday" and so I asked how old she would be, to which she replied "blue." Close enough, isn't it?
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Happy Birthday, Evie!! We hope your two is just as much fun as ours!
Awwhhh, so cute! Happy Birthday Evie!
Happy Birthday Evie! Wish we could be there to play!
Love, The Stones (Anne Marie, Jason, Emma, and Hannah)
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