Luke was due January 4th. Every time I'd go in for a check up and the doctor would check his growth, he would laugh and say, "We'll see if he makes it that long." I refused to have a Christmas baby for the sake of his poor birthday for the rest of his life. My body was so determined NOT to let that happen that Luke came early...really early...the day after Thanksgiving. The second worst birthday, or so I thought. When it comes down to it, you don't care when your baby arrives. You want him there, in your arms, and you want him breathing. Our little guy didn't have the best beginning, but a year later, you'd never guess his struggles.
Luke thought so too.