Author: Amy K. McClung
minutes ago, and it is still showing on time. He should be landing any minute
should experience this!” How was it that men got to do the fun part of making a
baby, but didn’t have to go through any of the pain and suffering?
don’t worry. Just breathe.”
of pain. On the other hand, I wanted to hug her for having gone through this
agony with me twenty-eight years ago. Once I finally dilated to ten
centimeters, the doctor asked me to push, but I wasn’t ready.
squeezing my hand as though she thought it would help. Truthfully, I wanted to
be knocked out instead of knocked up right now. Couldn’t they put me in a nice
slumber while the alien creature exploded from my nether regions? I knew it was
the miracle of birth and all that hogwash, but I was good with not remembering
give me a good push.”
my lips. I couldn’t believe how far I’d come in the last few years. Three years
ago, my only goal in life had been to take a trip around the United States. I’d
never even had a serious boyfriend. My travel dreams came to life, and along
the way, I found my dream of a family. I was married to the love of my life, and
we were having our first child. My husband wanted four, but we’d negotiate that
once I got over the pain of this one ripping me apart. It was hard to believe
all of this began with a bucket list dream.
Amy began writing in September of 2011 and independently published her first YA novel, Cascades of Moonlight, Book one of the Parker Harris series the following May. Her first book was a means of therapy for her, enabling her to escape reality for a while during a difficult transition in her life.