Today is the longest I have carried any baby. He is a funny baby. My body has tried for about 3 or 4 weeks to have him - but he is FIGHTING it. It is so weird. Every contraction he starts freaking out - moving and wiggling and turning. I can feel my body trying to push him down and he won't and tries to come up. It is the strangest thing. For now I am choosing to trust him. He will come when he is ready. I am not too miserable or uncomfortable. I have my moments - but mostly I just want him here - I am ready for my baby!
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