This is 2011 and our journey spans back to 1951

I was born at an early, oh let's move on to when I thought I would never be a mother. I was 24 at the time and Dr. Wilson informed me we'd better plan to adopt, I had little chance of conceiving. If you are confused please refer to my blog title theme. I not only had babies, I don't think I quite got the hang of not having them. My only regret is that 'ol Doc Wilson smoked himself to death before I could take my kids all 8 of them ( we lived 3 hrs. away) to shake hands with my "spirit children".The tears I cryed after trying for 6 mos and having to face Mothers Day and not stand up when they invited the Mom's to made me so "nauseous" I had to go lay down after church. I didn't get a rose or candy and I was bummed! Little did my sick tummy know it but I was 6 weeks along with my 1st baby and didn't put it together for a week or so. In those days you had to go to the Dr.'s office to have the test done.Then go home and wait for some poor rabbit to die. I'm glad I didn't know that at the time. When I got the call and they congratulated me, it took a moment to sink in but when it did I wish I could have hopped in the car, driven 3 hrs and walked into Doc Wilson's office and punched him FULL in the face. Lesson learned, always get a second opinion, 'specially if it's from an overweight, smoker who drinks a Lot and goes on Safari every year just to shoot anything worthy of his den wall. I know because I went to school with his daughter and was in his home several times. Sheesh! Oh and let me tell you how fun it is to get an "exam" from said daughter who worked as his assistant.Uh awkward. I mean we used to hang out all through high school, but this was a whole other kind of "uncomfortable"; only a woman would understand so don't hurt yourselves gentlemen...more to follow later about the Good Doc's advice for fussy babies.