April 28, 1978 means nothing to anybody but me . Today is the 40th Anniversary of my Due Date. I remember sitting on the stairs of our North Lauderdale Condo rocking my big belly and crying for my mother. I didn’t know what to expect except that I was expecting my first born on that day and my husband was no help. Bewildered, he just kept himself busy and ignored me. I did not give birth until several days later, but that day in late April was a day of expectancy all of my own.
P.S. to the women who did become first time mother’s on that day: Congratulations.