Friday, July 7th, began like any other day—except for the semi-consistent contractions that gently woke me. I knew they were contractions, but they were sporadic. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, though Ryan was budding with excitement. I stayed cautious. By 10 a.m., I decided to take an Epsom salt bath to see if the contractions would fade, but they persisted. Since this felt like early labor, I chose to conserve my energy, organizing a few things and […]
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