I Don’t Do Nutshells

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Now, back to our regularly scheduled post, in which I explain why I don’t do nutshells)

If you’ve been patiently (or not-so-patiently) awaiting Sam’s birth story, I apologize.  It is done, though, and it’s going to be up pretty soon!  Fair warning though, it’s long!  I mean really long.  How long?  Well, I typed it out in Word and it’s 7 pages.  Not only that, but you have to read Jack’s first in order for Sam’s to make any sense.  Don’t worry though, Jack’s is shorter!  Jack’s is only 5 pages in Word! 

I know, I know, I was not gifted with brevity.  At least not when things are important to me, that is.  I mean, in high school and college when I was given a paper to write that had a minimum-page requirement it seemed that I could always make my point very succinctly with many pages of room to spare.  I used to curse the gift of brevity at those times.  But, since I had to find material to fill the pages that were required, I learned how to incorporate more details than I considered necessary in order to stretch the paper (and as a result I am able to B.S. with the best of them… but that’s really another post).  The more I got used to adding details, the further away I got from the gift of brevity.  And it’s worse when I’m writing about something about which I want to remember the details! 

I definitely want to remember every detail of my sons’ births.

Okay, so I could write an extremely detailed version of the stories and then pare it down and post the important details, right?  But there is a problem with that… to me every detail is important!  And yes, I know that not all of you are going to want to hear the detailed account of when and where I lost my mucus plug(s) and which position I pushed in, but I know that there are some of you that do want to know the gross details, so I can’t leave them out! 

So, consider yourselves warned if you decide that you want to read my birth stories:

1) They’re long

2) They’re detailed

3) There is some gross stuff (but I did leave out the really gross stuff, so you should actually be happy!)

4) They’re amazing, and you might cry (Hi mom, again!)

5) They’re coming up next!  (I promise!)