Prologue: IRONY

Anne and I had due dates three days apart and three weeks away. Three days before my induction, we sat together in Relief Society, chatting about our babies' positions (head down for her, head in ribs for me) and commenting on whether these boys would come soon (premonitions of yes from her, determinations of no from me). When the meeting ended, we parted ways, jokingly assuring each other that we would both be back next Sunday, because...wouldn't we? (Yes for her. No for me.)

(To read chapter 1, click here.)