I had no idea that the very thought of thinking back one year ago tonight would cause me to be so emotional.
Right about now I was losing a game of Jenga with Steve.
In about five minutes I would demand a new game, one that I could win.
In about fifteen minutes I would throw in the towel completely when Steve would score a triple score in Scrabble.
Five minutes after that I was thrown over a birthing ball willing the pain in my back to disappear.
In about two hours, my water would break.
Three hours after that I would meet my first-born, my son.
One year later I would be sneaking into his nursery at 1:06 am to kiss him and wish him Happy Birthday.