If This Time Were Last Time …

This baby would be on his way! Like, we’d be laboring now. Today’s the day (or, really, tomorrow at 3:45 a.m.) in the pregnancy that Lucas was born: 37 weeks, 3 days (19 days before his due date). Except it was May. And I was 29. And it was Lucas. And this is a different baby. And now I’m 34. But you know what I mean.

My midwife told me not to hold my breath for another early baby. Which is good. And bad. And it is what it is.

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