23 Months Ago...

23 months ago, I remember exactly what I was doing. I had just returned from yet another of the every-other-day doctor's appointments that I had scheduled to monitor my pregnancy.

For once, nobody gave the lab-tech any trouble. Each baby did exactly as they were supposed to, giving the tech absolutely no reason to threaten to hang me upside down in that silly arm-chair contraption and try and monitor anyone.

Nobody could figure out why I was still pregnant. I was measuring not only huge, but super huge on the richter scale, yet I could produce not one contraction for either of my doctors.

I was super worried about that night, too. It was February 13, 2006, and it was the LAST full moon hurdle before I would be allowed to deliver my tiny trio.

I dreaded each and every full moon, old wive's tale or not, and treated each one as a major feat to conquer.

The olympics were on television, and husband had given me my Valentine early. I got a dozen red roses and a pink elephant with very tired eyes.

I immediately named the elephant "Floyd" after Brad Pitt's character from "True Romance."

Little did I know, that a month later, I would give birth to three tiny babies that would actually turn out smaller than this little stuffed elephant!

That night, I started having the first contractions of my pregnancy. I was determined not to have more than the four per hour that both of my doctor's would allow.

Every time they got too close together for my comfort, I would get up, wander around the living room and drink more water.

My husband would stay on edge every evening for the next 30 days over what would become my new evening ritual!

That night, I learned how that I could manage my body and have some control over contractions, which gave me some hope that I could beat the logistics and odds that were basically against us.

Yes, I would be able to make it all the way through the entire month without having to go to the hospital, or without having to be medicated to stop those pesky contractions.

I did exactly as the doctor's said, and made sure that I carried my babies to exactly 34 weeks.

It's funny how I can remember exactly what was going on 23 months ago to the day.

I can't help but smile whenever I look at my tiny trio now. "Floyd," that pink elephant, sits on the chair in my bedroom still.

His cousin, a grey elephant lives in the living room and belongs to Kian. I gave it to him today for Valentine's Day.

Seeing Kian with that elephant today reminds me just how tiny he once was. It's hard to believe that when he was born, he was actually smaller than his stuffed elephant.

Then again, I have a hard time believing that it's actually been 23 months since my tiny trio was born. My how far they have come!