Tomorrow is Christmas Day. Lincoln's due date. We'll open our presents, go to Grammy and Grandpa's to open more (missing my family and feeling so homesick), send the girls with their grandparents to David's uncle's house while David and I head up to get some quiet snuggles with our little man.
I'm so grateful for the health of our son. One of his docs this week said that he has had the best possible outcome for a 23-weeker. Everyone today was shocked that a wimpy white boy was rocking out his due date. Now to get him home.
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