I heard this quote once that, if you want to make God laugh, all you have to do is tell him your plans. I feel like this is doubly true when you’re married to a first responder or a member of the military.
I was due with our son on February 26th. I thought for sure I’d go into labor early, because my mom and sister both had their babies between 37-39 weeks. By the time February 26th rolled around, I was getting antsy.
Then came March. People would ask, “When are you due?” I’d grumble back, “Last month.”
One reason I was getting so antsy is that my husband was due to have mandatory firearms training starting on March 9th. I wanted so badly for him to be able to take some time off with me and the baby, but I also knew he couldn’t miss the training. It only happened once a year, and if he missed it, because he was in his probationary period, he could risk losing his job.
At the same time, I didn’t feel right about being induced just for convenience. I wanted our baby to take as much time as he needed.