Due Date
I waited (and waited and waited) to write this post…all in the hopes that I wouldn’t have to. Alas, here I am on the official due date of my son, not in labor. He’s in no hurry. Maybe I’ve made it too comfortable in there. Every time I feel a slight twinge of anything uncomfortable I hope it gets worse. It’s a weird thing to hope for pain, especially after going 10 months (or your whole adult life, if you’ve always planned on having kids) dreading the act of labor. I’ve been dreading labor… Read more >