I try to keep today’s memory as intact as possible. I don’t ever want to forget the day. I loved being pregnant. I was fortunate to have a pregnancy without complication. I ran, swam, did pre-natal yoga, and regularly walked. Every Sunday was our weekly traipse through the dog park with Sheldon, and Sunday February 16th 2014 was no different. We went on a great walk and then headed to my parents for dinner where I munched on one too many homemade cookies. When we got home I was chatting with some friends and started to get what I thought was a “one too many cookie” pain. So I went to sleep, trying to sleep the pain off. This was 10:30pm. At 3 am I woke up with a stronger pain. Still a pain that felt more like too many cookies and something a good trip to the bathroom would fix. By 4am, I was fixing myself a bath trying to convince Ryan to go back to sleep since he was going to have to work in the morning. By 4:30, I figured it was more then too many cookies. But everyone tells y