One week ago I was 41 weeks and one day pregnant.
One week ago I was going in for some testing to make sure everything was ok with babe since I was “overdue.”
One week ago I had a post I was going to publish about how dumb I thought these tests were and that my baby and I were fine-thank you very much. Typical stubborn me.
One week ago I had said tests and found out I was having regular contractions but didn’t know it.
One week ago during an episode of Castle we decided we should probably head east.
One week ago Jerrel took an embarrassing picture of me trying to “gracefully” put on my moccasins while saying “This could be the last picture of you pregnant!”
One week ago we got to the birth center found out I was in fact in active labor.
One week ago I worked the hardest I ever have and maintained focus on Christ, baby, and body like I never have before.
And one week ago tomorrow in the wee hours of the morning I held this blessing in my arms for the first time.
