One year ago today was the last day of my life in which I’d never met my son.  One year ago today was my due date.  One year ago today, I was feeling huge and so done with being pregnant–my fear of labor was far outweighed by the thought of being pregnant forever at that point!  One year ago today, I went to the baseball game with my partner and daughter.  I wasn’t sure I’d make it through the game, seeing as I was timing contractions from the 2nd or 3rd inning on.  They were short and fairly mild, but were only 3-4 minutes apart at times.  The people in the row behind us kept murmurig that I must really love baseball or be insane to be there.  Yes and Yes.  The game ended (the home team won) and we headed home.  As I climbed (ok, flopped) into bed later that night, I thought, “Another day of being pregnant awaits me in the morning.”  Little did I know…