In case you wanted to know, being three days overdue the day before your birthday, when your mom has to leave town on Sunday and no sign that baby is coming anytime soon… well, I’m morphing into grumpy cat.
This feels a lot like being at the end of a long distance race and then realizing they MOVED THE FINISH LINE. And didn’t tell you where. Or, at least that’s what I imagine it might feel like, except that race officials moving a finish line would be CRAZY and everyone would go berserk.
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Hang in there, lady! I’m pretty sure all babies find their way out eventually. Before you know it, we will be having those maternity leave meet ups!
Ughhhhhhhh. I’m sorry. Hurry up baby!! Hey, at least it isn’t sweltering outside. That would suck.