The last weeks have been the longest of my life. This is not how the plan was suppose to go. Maybe I wasn't clear in all the long talks we had that you were suppose to come out before my due date, perfectly natural (with, gasp, no drugs) and it was suppose to be quick and efficient. Now you are 10 days late, not going to come out on your own, and won't be 'scheduled' t0 be here until May 20. My c-section is scheduled for 7:30 a.m. on Thursday so you will be out by then (unless you decide by some miracle to start the process earlier, which I wouldn't mind). I have enjoyed watching your little heart flutter during the long Non-stress tests while I get you to move. I have always enjoyed feeling you slosh around practicing your break-dancing moves in my swollen belly. It has been a great experience also because you didn't make me very sick and all in all the pregnancy has been pretty 'easy' up to this point.
I know it isn't your fault exactly... I mean unless you are the son of the devil (which I don't think you are) I highly doubt you are doing this on purpose. How about we find some 'innocent' third party to blame it on? Let's see... we will blame Dad. He got us into this 'situation' and gave you the big head that could be holding up the whole procedure. (although Mama filled it with all the brains!) Much better, now I can just focus on how cute and innocent you are and put all the blame and uncomfortable situation on Dad. He will take it, and heaven only knows that he will just blame it on the hormones.
Can't wait to see you.