She's 25! I'm writing this in the wee hours of the morning. Twenty five years ago we arrived to the hospital about this time. As I was being wheeled to the birthing room I was earnestly explaining that I wanted them to go ahead and get the epidural ready. I explained that it was in our birthing plan that I get an epidural and I really wanted it now.
As you may have guessed, the epidural was not forthcoming. Those were the last few hours that "it was all about me". While my husband didn't actually say the words "high maintenance" it can be inferred.
And then...at 6:20 in the morning life became all about our sweet girl.