Due Duck

Well Duck....

It is your due date.

Your mother is pretty desperate to liberate you from her body as her Dr is going out of town. She seems to think that "if he's gone, and I go into labor, I'm holding this baby in. Swear". I tried to inform her that from what I've read, that's not exactly how it works. Also, I tried to explain that once she's been through hours and hours of contractions that a hobo could wander in off the street and she would let him deliver you. She's just going to want it over with.

One of the times I talked to her yesterday she was out walking in hopes to bring on labor. She was walking so fast that the wind wooshing by the phone made me think she was in the car. She has also eaten "pregnancy cookies" (whatever the hell those are) and lots of hot wings in hopes to get the show on the road.

I don't have very high hopes for you busting your way out today. I literally don't know one person who gave birth on their due date. It's pretty much a sham. I'm waiting to see you though. Waiting to cry and gush over you and have a million pictures of you on my phone and computer. The first time I meet you in person I will probably faint from happiness overload.

I'm not going to tell you to get big anymore because you're large and in charge enough so let's just start saying Come out! Come out! Come out! Ok little Duck? Because I am so ready to smother you with kisses!

Eat you up I love you so xoxox
Me