This time last year I was discussing with hubby the pending arrival of our baby boy. I had been in early labour at 27 weeks and had it stopped with a drug and from then on I was in hospital with slow labour pretty much every other week.
This time last year I was 41 weeks pregnant. I'd had my second sweep done by a lovely midwife at my house. She was positive something would start soon. I wasn't buying it, we'd been told this in previous weeks when my contractions were off the charts. They tailed off, they always did. She said she had given me a "good going over" - her words, not mine. I wasn't confident I'd be meeting my baby boy any time soon.
Little did I know my waters would break the following day...
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