When I woke up on April 4, 2017, I never would’ve thought Owen Lazarus would be joining us that day. Even though I was six days overdue I resolved in my mind that I would eventually have to be induced later that week. He seemed awfully cozy in my belly and the early labor, that was really just a nuisance and exhausting, wasn’t giving any hints. Losing more of my mucus plug and the incessant contractions were a tease since beginning a few weeks prior.
My due date was March 29, and once that came
and left us without Owen in our arms we told Travis’s mom, Terri, to come on
down from Ohio. It was nice having her here to help with the kids while I rested before
the big day.
The morning of the day he came I was so over being pregnant.
I really shouldn’t complain. It truly is a blessing, being pregnant and all.
But by the end, and especially since I was almost a week late, I was so tired
of being uncomfortable and so tired of being tired. I knew nights of
interrupted sleep would continue after Owen came but I found solace in knowing
I would finally be able to sleep on my stomach and not have to carry 40 extra
pounds around my midsection.
