When my sister and I were living in the cute, little white house across the street from our high school, we were hormonal teenagers. We are only 19 months apart in age, but you wouldn't find such two very different personalities. As teenage girls go though, we both loved to laugh, cry, and be scared to death. The movie, My Life, was in the theaters and my sister wanted to see it badly. I hadn't even heard of it and wanted to see something else. She gave me a summary of it and said it was supposed to be sad. During our conversation, our father overheard us and warned my sister not to drag me to a movie that I didn't want to see. After much cajoling which is typical of my sister, she ended up convincing me to see it. The girl could have been a lawyer my mother once said. We got into my car and trooped to the theater very excited about getting out of the house and seeing a good movie. After the movie was over, we held our composure till we got to the car. We looked at each other and I can't remember who broke down first. We cried all the way home. I sniffed and got out of the car and went into the house. Our bedroom was upstairs beside the family room, therefore, I had to pass my father on the way. There he was sitting in the chair and asked if I liked the movie. I burst into tears and wailed, "That was the saddest movie I've ever seen!" As I continued bawling, he immediately lit into my sister who was still sniffling for insisting that I go with her and I had to assuage him that it was still a good movie and everything was alright. I think my father still had to learn a little something about teenage girls. They cry a lot and enjoy doing so. When the movie came out on video, we both cajoled our mother to see the movie. "You'll love it, Mom! You'll cry, too!" we said as if that was the best thing in the world to do. When the movie was over, I was in the kitchen. Mother came out of the living room to make a quick exit to the bathroom before anyone saw her. Her eyes were red and her face was streaming with tears. I slowly smiled at her and said, "It was good, huh?"
They instructed me to make sure I have a full bladder on arriving for my ultrasound. Ha. I almost laughed in their faces. Pregnant me plus a full bladder equals a disaster. On my son's birthday back in March, I had to drive all the kids home afterward. I had drunk a lot of water and couldn't believe I had forgotten what happens to me when I drink too much water with no bathroom nearby when I'm pregnant. I counted the minutes till I got home all the while breaking the law and speeding trying to keep in mind not to drive too recklessly screaming at the poky people in front of me. It brought to mind the very first time I experienced a full bladder as a pregnant woman. It was my first baby and my husband was in the Air Force. So, when we had an ultrasound we went to the Academy in Colorado Springs. They told me to drink an astronomical amount of water before I came. I did so and then we started out for the half hour drive to the hospital. By the time we were on the
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