One year ago, I was just shy of being eight months pregnant. Memorial Day weekend was coming up, and my parents invited Ella and me to come visit for one last hurrah. I was so excited and even though it was totally last minute and I knew I should probably not be traveling this late in my pregnancy, I couldn't resist going to San Francisco. It was such a wonderful weekend and I loved every minute of showing Ella the city from childhood. My only concern was that I might go into labor unexpectedly. Mike told me very clearly that I could not have this baby in California because our insurance would not cover it. And although my babies have always come very close to their due date, I had this anxiety that all of the walking I was doing would somehow put me into an early labor. So every night as I would fall asleep, I would wonder if every little cramp or movement was the start of contractions. Fortunately I wasn't even close to going into labor and I had the most magical trip with my daughter and parents.
One of the great experiences I got to have was taking Ella to see Wicked. She loved the play and I loved taking her. The music from that play would stay in my mind for quite a few weeks after our trip and for some reason there was a scene that would play over and over again as well; the scene where Elphaba is born and everyone gasps because she is green... and different.