1.3 Welcome Baby 1, Dylan

I was huge. Well. Huge is being generous. But, I was fatter than ever.
But I was eating everything in sight also…

Anyway…

After gardening well into the evening time, I came inside to find Mickey asleep on the couch.
I plopped down and started reading my book.

But before I knew it- the baby was coming and Michael, with all of his…bravery, started freaking out.
“Jesus Christ calm down, go get my go bag, and let’s get this shindig in a cab and go to the hospital!” I screamed.

He didn’t listen to me and kept standing there flipping out.

So I calmed myself down.
“Look. Mickey, babe, go get my stupid go bag and let’s go!” I said, calling for a cab and walking out the front door.
Finally he got his act together and followed me, still forgetting my go bag.
I let it go and hopped in the cab.

It couldn’t have gone any better, I had a healthy baby boy that we named Dylan Carrigan.

Isn’t he precious? :p

The months went by quickly and Mickey was hanging out with the guys, so I decided to plan my bachelorette party.
After snuggletime with Dylan…

I put him down for a nap and asked Mickey if he could watch him tonight while I partied just a little bit. He said he didn’t mind and they headed for the park.

Most everyone I called and invited said yes.
This could get interesting…

Peace,