Most of the blogs I read are written by moms, (notice how I am not going to take advantage of this perfect opportunity to poke fun at blogging moms because I'm notta jerk and I don't want to get 30 hate comments like I did 3 years ago, there are some real piranhas out there) moms in their child bearing years. That means that I've read countless birth stories. Home births, overseas births, former Jazz dancer births, tragic births, births of multiples, adoption birth, you name it, I've read about it. Some are good, some are great, some not so great. Hey, I've even written one. So let's just assume for a minute that I am a very good judge of birth stories.
Behold, I give you the greatest birth story I have ever in my life read. Not even kidding, I've re-read it three times. It's just that good. I'm not trying to be funny, check it out and you'll see what I mean.
Amanda, the next time I'm in Utah, or if you're ever in D.C. please let me buy you dinner because you are awesome.