Seriously, Dude
Dear Unborn son of mine,
I love you deeply. It has been a wonderful past couple of months feeling you grow and become stronger (despite the fact that my waistline has grown with you). I have even been happy with you keeping me up during the night with your constant moving because it makes me know you are alright and happy.
But now, it is time to get out.
I have tried everything. I have tried herbs. I have tried walking. I have tried various other natural ways of inducing labor. I need you to move on and into this world. I would very muchly like to come out of this pregnancy with my vital organs still in tact and with the way we're going now that's not going to happen. You are becoming too big for my little frame.
I'm not sure if you're aware of the fact that our doctor is not going to let me go past 40 weeks without a C-section. You have a week and a half. I will be really, really, really unhappy if I have to have another C-section just because you "like it in there", and so will your Dad. I promise, everything is ready for you. My hospital bag has been packed for a month. You're bed is ready, you have clothes waiting for you. We even have diapers for you! And spending every day hoping I will go into labor is starting to stress me out.
We want to meet you. Please come out now.
I love you deeply. It has been a wonderful past couple of months feeling you grow and become stronger (despite the fact that my waistline has grown with you). I have even been happy with you keeping me up during the night with your constant moving because it makes me know you are alright and happy.
But now, it is time to get out.
I have tried everything. I have tried herbs. I have tried walking. I have tried various other natural ways of inducing labor. I need you to move on and into this world. I would very muchly like to come out of this pregnancy with my vital organs still in tact and with the way we're going now that's not going to happen. You are becoming too big for my little frame.
I'm not sure if you're aware of the fact that our doctor is not going to let me go past 40 weeks without a C-section. You have a week and a half. I will be really, really, really unhappy if I have to have another C-section just because you "like it in there", and so will your Dad. I promise, everything is ready for you. My hospital bag has been packed for a month. You're bed is ready, you have clothes waiting for you. We even have diapers for you! And spending every day hoping I will go into labor is starting to stress me out.
We want to meet you. Please come out now.