I know you aren’t actually due yet. We still have nine days until that is the case. I know that your brother was five days past his due date, and that I can probably, realistically expect similar from you.
All of that acknowledged… please Baby, come out.
My pelvis feels like it was stolen in the night by some 80 year old woman who is now out there twerking with my previously, only slightly used, but a hell of a lot more functional pelvis. My legs and feet are so swollen that my cankles have their own cankles. I have creases in my ankles for goodness sake. My throat and chest feel like the scene from Star Trek where Spock’s planet implodes in a fiery mess. This is especially the case if I even consider eating anything chocolate. What kind of a cruel, fucked up joke on a pregnant woman is that shit!? Baby, your head is so low in my pelvis right now, that sometimes I find myself peeking down to check that you haven't just popped your head out to say 'Hi'. It feels like I am sitting on a grapefruit 99% of the time. Try it, it isn't fun. Your legs are awesome at finding that special spot under my right ribcage that you tenderised months ago.
Apart from the myriad of phyical pain and general exhaustion that I am feeling, there is also just a overiding sense of impatience and frustration. I just want to meet you already! I want to see your little face and run my finger down your little nose and ears, just like I did with your Big Brother. I want to look in to your beautiful eyes and see the funny like faces you make. I want your Big Brother to meet you and finally find out who we have been telling him about this whole time. I want you here, in person, being a part of this family and life we have together. I want you to meet your Nanny and Pa... especially your Pa... who is so excited and eager to meet his precious little Grand-daughter. You have no idea. I can't wait to see your Daddy's face when he holds his little girl and the full impact of being the Daddy to a girl hits him. Gonna need a photo of THAT face!
We are so keen and eager for you to arrive Baby. Maybe consider it? Please?