Oh my, much can happen in the span of two days.
I left you wishing, hoping, and praying that our baby girl would arrive on her due date. Praise God that He knows best, and that my own plan did not come to fruition.
On the morning of my due date, I came down with the stomach virus that I so blithely assumed I had escaped. Ha. Hell hath no fury like a ravenous virus insistent upon ravaging an ill-assuming pregnant woman. I spent the rest of the day in bed, praying that labor would not ensue.
My adoring husband who so lovingly cared for me, came down with it this morning. Lord have mercy I am hopeful we have escaped the extent of its wrath and are on the mend. Never once did I think I would be praying for this little girl to stay IN me, but I am so grateful she has obliged and given us all time to regain our strength and recuperate.
Indeed, that makes me 40 weeks and 1 day pregnant today.
1 comment:
my hub threw up for three hours before my 2nd son was born 2 weeks ahead of schedule on Christmas Day! I hope this is not your experience!
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