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CONGRATS!!!! Very stoked for you!

 Off to BIC HOK before Chelle beats me up.

Rae

Congrats, Ellen on becoming an Auntie!

Congrats to Carrie for passing the test!

Susan, sadly, you're right. My badly penciled in exploding gifts with their equally pathetic bows would've gotten me arrested. I have a friend whose daughter drew a picture in a notebook of four people standing watching a plane crashing and they suspended her from school for three days, here. First of all, she isn't a violent child at all. Secondly, it was drawn the year before. Thirdly, she confessed the second she was pulled into the office. She's very artistic.

Ah, well, water under the bridge now.

Let's see...have fun on your road trip Holly and Susan...tryan to think what else...I'm coming up with nothing.

Off to try and BIC-HOK. Yesterday was a really bad allergy day and my youngest has a baseball game tonight.

Rae

Lauren, we want details. Doesn't matter if you're not home--you can do it from there.

Seriously, CONGRATS on becoming a new Spice Author. I wish you loads of luck & lots of ideas and inspiration!

Rae

Someone out there has surely had to pull their child out who had the doctor I did in Riverside, California. Right? His name was Dr. Lyons, if memory serves me right. And I guess it was empowering, now that I think about it. And I wasn't in stir-ups. My ex hubby and a nurse had me all...jacked up? LOL I felt like a contortionist that day. They each had a leg and had me almost doubled over, so I could semi-see my hoo-ha. But when he told me to get her, the nurse and my ex pushed me more forward and there she was. I guess too, the fear of her not crying at that point made my instincts kick in. The faster I got her out, the faster they'd clean her airway and make her breathe and they did as soon as I laid her on my stomach.

And mwhahaha at it being 'The Rae'. Now Carrie, I'd have smacked that Nurse.

FWIW, I never did go back to the Dr. I decided to go back to the OB/GYN that originally saw me on the Air Force Base.

As for fake names...in sixth grade, we got caught--once passing notes. From that moment forward, we dubbed ourselves as The Smurf's. I was Jokey, imagine that. Jokey was the one who handed the other Smurfs a gift box that exploded. And yeah, at the end of each note, I'd do a progression of gift boxes that blew up.

Rae *poof*

Nope, nothing was discussed about me pulling her out. It was freaky to say the least. He helped to cut the cord and all that jazz, but I was momentarily in shock and at that point, I just wanted to be done. Even with rubbery arms and shaking hands. But yeah, I wasn't real pleased with him, but he was the only OB who specialized in difficult pregnancies that wasn't miles and miles away.

Off to do some writing. What is everyone else doing today?

Rae

The sun is out today. Need I say more?

Seriously, folks, glad everyone is safe. We saw the damage on the television. Yikes. I've seen funnel clouds and survived Hurricane Hugo, so I know how scary these things can be. I used to think being a Storm Chaser would be cool, I've since changed my mind, but they do fascinate me. After the Hurricane, the trailer I rented at the time only suffered a dent. Trailers on either side of me were demolished. But what freaked me out the most was that the one looked like it'd been opened by a can opener. Clothes were still hanging in the closet and the bed was still made.

I hope Ellen's sister has a quick labor. My boys were very easy, my daughter, not so much. The doctor at the time looked like a shorter version of Shaggy from Scooby Doo. A definite tree-hugger who kept blowing me off. He sent me home. I came back, was dialated more and miserable, but he wouldn't break my water. They made me walk the halls and he was going to send me home again after he started pitossin (sp) but the nurse said she didn't think it was a good idea. That was at like 9 am. By 9:30 I was hurting and my water broke. They'd just moved me into the birthing room after 13 hours and then some. She was born at 10:05 am They said I'd have had her on the side of the road. The weirdest part of her labor was when her head and shoulders were out, the DR stepped back. He said, "Okay Momma, get your baby."

After staring at him for an eternity, I reached down and pulled my daughter the rest of the way out. I was terrified she was going to slip through my grasp, but she didn't. I got her and laid her on my belly for a few minutes before they took her to clean her up. I bonded instantly with her and obviously, that's something I'll never forget and the pain I'd had instantly went away.

Mark on the phone...train of thought, lost...be back in a bit

Rae

I cannot imagine having 21 children--I'm thinking the hubby asked for a stitch or four extra...sorry, couldn't resist. That's a lot of kids!

Penn, thank you for the PSA.

Hall, you've got mail.

Rae

18 children?

I think I'd take the bridge here in town. Yikes!

Happy Belated Mother's Day.

Ellen, if it were milk chocolate, I'd be all over it--so I don't think you were bad at all.

Hall, have fun at your conference.

Rae

Hope everyone had a great day. Mine was pretty good, considering I had to cook and clean up after everyone. Love being the one designated to do this. I'm going to start just saying "no" let's go out to eat.

So, I say...lol

Rae

Before I go collapse. Here's hoping you all had a very nice Mother's Day. Mine was pretty good--tiring, but good.

Rae