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| Tommy at 3 weeks old |
I'm not writing this post because I feel in any way ungrateful for what I have. I know just how extremely lucky I am!! I'm writing it because I feel the need to share the irony and shear "how is that even possible" situation with you all.
For anyone who knows me well, it's been a bit of a joke with me that I didn't want a baby born in December. My main reasons were, it's always a busy month with Christmas celebrations and all that's involved with that. I also have 2 sisters with December birthdays and when I married, I found myself with a husband and father-in-law who both shared a birthday on the 24th December.
Since being with Keith I've tried to keep Christmas Eve dedicated to his birthday, not easy though when you take everything else into considerations. Anyway, I had no plans of adding a third generation to this list of Christmas Eve birthdays. So much so that I was planning in my head when we would start trying for a family. After we married I wasn't in a rush to
start a family as I really wanted time with my new husband, just being the 2 of us. A risky business when you're already 37. And, I definitely didn't want that December baby and especially not a Christmas Eve baby.