7/12

Two years ago I sat home on bed rest, on another 90+ degree day, and I thought "This is madness, it has to be cooler outside than in this sauna we call a house."

So, I dragged my ridiculously large stomach off the couch, waddled out the front door, and plopped down in a lawn chair. And it was heaven. Faithful Kayla positioned herself between my legs, guarding me and the unborn babies from any threats of nature. At this moment I changed my bed rest tune. With a little fresh air every day, this wouldn't be half bad.

That night, I paid the price for my trip outside. Contractions on and off through the night. But, their birth date was not the 7/12.