bathroom baby.

on october 3rd, 1987 (26 years ago) (the best day ever) (the day i was born, obviously).
my precious little momma was at home alone giving my sister a bath. my sister was 5 years old at the time.
my stubborn self decided to sucker punch my mother square in the gut and break her water. at home. in the bathroom. with nobody else around. my biological father was never really around (and never has been), so she was already in this thing by herself.  
strongest woman i know, ya'll.
naturally my mom called her best friends that were on stand by and then 911.
however, by the time anyone arrived, i was already on my way into this world and my mom could not be transported to the hospital.
so i was born... at home... in the bathroom... on accident.

my mom and i had dinner and wine last night to reminisce over my childhood and of course laugh over my birth story. she is such an incredible person in my life and i owe absolutely everything i have, and everything i am to that woman.

now i'm gonna finish my work day and celebrate the rest of the weekend!
ps- i start my new job on monday!! eeeeekkkk!!!