Eleven years ago. It was 2003, but feels like yesterday. My skin was stretched farther and tighter than I ever dreamed possible. I hadn't slept through the night in months. Even my maternity clothes were getting snug. I was two whole days overdue and feeling every second of it.
As much as I couldn't wait to meet my baby boy in person, I knew I would miss feeling those strong kicks and seeing my belly roll from side to side. Brand new life was growing inside me, and I couldn't get over the miracle of it all.
So I went to church on that beautiful day wondering every other minute if this could be the moment when it all would begin. It was technically my first Mother's Day, and I treasured it. The day moved on, and it became clear that he wasn't planning to make his appearance into the world on that special Sunday.
But then Monday came...
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