“28 December 2017”

Today’s date. That’s the date the G.P wrote on the slip of paper he passed across the table to me, that April morning.

“That’s your expected date of delivery…You’re pregnant, Wendy.”

*Mic drop…waits for imaginary audience to spontaneously combust in suspense* Lol.

(I saw my gynaecologist a couple of days later and it turns out my Expected Delivery Date was actually Boxing Day 2017: December 26).

…My baby came in the middle of October. Lol. Yah.

“You can make many plans, but the Lord’s purpose will prevail.”

-Proverbs 19: 21

My baby came at 7 months, fighting, determined, brave and incredibly strong. I am so grateful and proud to be the vessel chosen to bring such an amazing gift to this world. It has been the most harrowing, challenging, frightening experience of my life…yet it has been the most evident manifestation of God’s power, mercy, kindness and love.

I have a son, y’all! *WEEPS in mummyhood* 🙂