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I'm walking into the doctor's office and I trip. Great being pregnant...can't see my feet well enough to not step on them. I go inside...knowing it will be my last appointment before they induce me. Which will be at 6AM on Tuesday June the 7th. I sit down, smile sarcastically at the receptionist, and at some point feel like crying. She asks me to come to the back, where she hooks me up the fetal machine thingie that reads the heartbeat. She looks right up at my mother, then me...and you know what she says? "I thought I told you last week to have that baby", what kind of crap is that? Oh well. So then she says...you can't eat or drink anything the night before..not even ice or water. Now I don't know how many people know Zoey all that well, but I really have this obsession with crushed ice. So...what they don't know won't hurt them. They just don't want me to throw up on them that's all. But I don't think ice will make me throw up so pooey. Anyway, I'm going to post everyday until Tuesday, then I'll post when this poor, ghetto mother finds time to. -Zoey-