Ug, after a week of intestinal and mental angish, no baby. Le sigh… I’m still dialated to a 3. I’m still terrified, I’m still really, really unsure that I can do this and perfectly aware that the second this kid comes out, my next year and a half are shot. No sleep, more messes, more terror, I get it, but let’s get it over with already. Let’s just start this already, the sooner he gets here, the sooner my body and life will eventually find a new normal. Eventually… right?? My life will be okay eventually?!
Someone please convince my body to kick this bugger out?!
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