My Mom had a very unique reason for wanting to go into labor exactly on her due date. Not because she gained 30 pounds during the pregnancy; or because every step of her swollen feet felt like lifting two 15 lb dumbells; or because she desperately craved a sip (a sniff) of wine.
No, those surely weren’t good enough reasons. The real reason? The due date fell on her birthday. Crazy, but true! If I were born that day imagine the ultimate birthday gift that would be. Dad would have to work twice as hard to make it a special day. So the precision had to be exact! Too much at stake! Continue reading