19 years ago, today, we were in the birthing center at the hospital up the road from our house in suburban Longwood, Florida. After several days of attempted induction, our slowpoke baby was ready to be evicted from the womb. These days and nights of induction were not stress-free. I remember after two straight days of it and a limited diet, they finally let Angie eat real food. I went to Specialty Pizza Express (still kicking it, I believe) and got a pepperoni pizza…and at her request, hit the local Mickey D’s for fries and a strawberry shake. Something interesting was bound to come from at least one of her downstairs orifices after that, and I’m happy to say that what came out of the front door remains with us today while whatever must have escaped through the back is but a faded memory.
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