Precerpt from Raising God's Rainbow Makers: Shane's Intrauterine Programming
When I was pregnant with Shane, the Army had just begun allowing women to stay in service through pregnancy. There were no rules yet — no modified PT, no exemptions, no “take it easy.” If you were in uniform, you did what everyone else did. So I did. Every morning I walked two miles to work. During the day, I did chin‑ups, sit‑ups, push‑ups, and formation runs. I even took — and passed — a full PT test at nine months pregnant. No one thought to ask whether it was safe. It was simply what the Army required, and I was determined to prove that pregnancy didn’t mean weakness. Shane was born on time, healthy, and strong — my healthiest baby. But from the start, he was different. At just a few months old, when most babies are learning to roll over, Shane would do chin‑ups if I offered him my fingers as a bar. If I held his ankles the way soldiers do for sit‑ups, he’d perform sit‑ups with perfect form. It wasn’t a trick; it was instinct. He seemed to know the rhythm of exertion before h...
