Now, I can't say that I've dropped a toaster into my bathtub recently but anyone who's seen Groundhog Day knows exactly how I feel at the moment. I'm only one day over-due and our days go something like this.
We wake up.
We eat breakfast.
We take a walk.
We eat lunch.
We walk again.
We eat supper.
We try to sleep.
These activities are punctuated with being asked if I'm have contractions. Nope. I'm afraid to call anyone because I set off alarms whenever my number comes up on caller i.d. Apparently Emma is very warm and cozy right where she is and is perfectly comfortable there for at least a little while longer. Eventually she HAS to come out. Right?
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