He did and I jumped out of the car and everything I had eaten for breakfast that morning ended up on some guys lawn while he stood there watching me with the hose in his hand not knowing what to say. As quickly as I had jumped out of the car, I jumped back in and we drove away. I felt bad about not cleaning up after myself, but I figured, hey, he had a hose.
After I got through the morning sickness phase of my pregnancy, It went pretty well. In fact it went so well that it didn't seem to ever want to end. I thought God must be playing a cruel joke on me and I am not really pregnant, just really fat. My due date came, and went. After one week of being late, I was getting upset, then two weeks late, I was getting desperate. Finally after three weeks of pleading with God to either let this baby be born or kill me, Little Ryan decided to make his way into the world. But not until after 14 hours of labor. You would think that after being in the oven for so long that Ryan would have weighed at least oh I don't know maybe 15 pounds. Nope, he was a little guy. He weighed in at 6 lbs, 6 ozs. He was a whopping 19 in. long. Little man with a BIG attitude. He is still that way .
He is all grown up now with a wonderful wife and 2 beautiful boys. The boys are a lot like him. Sweet revenge!!!
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