I am, as you may well understand, consumed and possessed with this person growing inside of me. Tomorrow is his due date, and everything is ready if he decides to be one of the 5% of babies actually born on their due date. I wait patiently, keeping the house tidy, dancing, and meditating. I can hardly contain myself.
Any day now, as they say.
And if you’re curious, I wouldn’t dream of an induction. No thanks.
I am patient, I wait.