I knew he was coming early. I felt it in my bones, my soul, my heart. I knew his arrival was imminent.
And, I was right.
This was my fourth pregnancy, so I understood that the weeks of furious nesting and many sleepless nights were a sign of a baby on the way. I had grown especially tired and exhausted, and even walking had become a bit of a chore. These were all the hints I needed to know that little man would not be waiting until March 14. It’s nice to understand Mother Nature’s subtle clues!
And so our sweet little boy Benjamin made his grand entrance 11 days before he was due. It was (another) long labor but a (mercifully) short delivery, and I am immensely grateful to have him here by my side. The joy of new life never ceases to amaze me!
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