Here's lookin' at you, kid....

Passing me on the way to his car, David gave me a smooch on the lips. Lovingly, we called it foreplay. David on his way to his car and off to the work-a-day world. Entering the sterile enviornment of the hospital, I walked the all too familiar halls to my doctor's office. I waited while the technicians did their magic, spinning, cleaning, spinning and cleaning.... The crisp, white paper "robe" was donned and I swung my feet in anticipation of what I hoped would be.

The phone ringing caused me to jump out of my chair and rush to answer it. "Not this time," said the doctor. All I wanted was a baby. Not this time.

Christmas parties were in full tilt and we were in full attendance at each and every one. One party in particular, had all female cousins, sisters in fact, who were all expecting. I swilled my martinis and rubbed each of their tummies in a fertility dance of sorts. Christmas came with all of it's joy and in the back of my mind replayed, "Not this time."

New Year's Eve was upon us and another party of sorts at our house. A nagging feeling in the back of my mind said, check it out. December 31st I sat in the doctor's office, awaiting the always annoying prick of the needle as it hunted for a vein. "Results will be in next week." Not this time I lamented. A dear friend of my sister, a nurse in the office mentioned a "new and improved" testing mechanism. Naturally, I agreed. After two years, it was finally my time.

I anxiously called my husband to share the good news. While in a room full of people, I felt he was robbed of the "woo-hoo!" that I knew would ensue! However, he was as thrilled as he could be.

Fast forward--September 11, 1992 after a long wait and a longer labor, Heather Katharine Lees was lifted up so I could finally meet this wee being in person. Here's looking at you kid, and you've never looked better!!