I can still remember the circumstances surrounding the day I became worthy of celebrating Mother’s Day. I was due on the 3rd but the hubby looked at the calendar and said, “Nope, the baby is coming on the 15th.”

Hellooo. That would mean two more weeks of pregnancy so I told him to go jump in the very lake he fished out of. When the 3rd passed me by, along with many more days, I feared he was right and he was a little smug about it. Sleep was getting harder because I could feel a pulse in my stomach that creeped me out and I really needed this over with.

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