One year ago today was Henry's due date. Astute readers will also recognize November 10th as the birthday of the Marine Corps, which made Adam hope the little guy would show up right on time. But alas, that was not the case. We reported to my forty-week appointment with the midwives only to learn that Henry was showing no indication of wanting to be born. So, we went home and then out to dinner. Then we came home to a very sick dog, who got progressively sicker as the week went on and landed herself in surgery on Friday night - just as I started having contractions. Her timing is impeccable.
Adam has been nudging me to get some semblance of a "birth story" down in writing before we both forget some of the finer details. Henry's first birthday seems as good an occasion as any to get it started, so we'll work on it this week.
Until then, we'll be enjoying our last week with an "almost one-year-old" baby boy...
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