Jude was due on Christmas Day. Yes, December 25th. I didn't think I would get pregnant the instant we started trying, so I didn't really do the math; I'm not that great at math. And so there it was, a big fat digital yes on the pregnancy test, and a big old Merry Christmas on the due date. Naturally, I tried to get him out a little early. My mom and I walked miles and miles and miles. When Christmas Eve arrived without a baby, I decided to put myself on bed rest. For the next two days, I relaxed as much as possible, in the hopes that my son wouldn't have to share his birthday with Jesus. It worked. He got to have his own day.
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