Okay sweetie pie. Time's up.
Daddy's beside me under the patchwork quilt while we listen to old music on my laptop and wait for the repercussions of castor oil to trigger your birth. If it doesn't work tonight then tomorrow night we go in for medical induction. Dysentery in Ghana isn't my favorite memory from Africa but it was an adventure, so I'm trying intentional gastrointestinal upset as a means of hopefully preventing a balloon catheter followed by an IV of pitocin. I was really hoping you'd come on your own, but I don't think you want to put your pencil down.
Whatever isn't done you can finish once you're born, okay? Come on, sweetie. Let's do this thing.
-Momma
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