Birth Smirth: Letter to My Unborn Daughter

Ok, Baby Girl. Seriously, you are tearing apart Mama's insides at this point (well, not really, I hate to give you a complex before you're even out of the womb), BUT really, let's talk about your debut. I just came from the doctor's office and it seems as though you are mighty happy in there and are not making any current plans to bust out at the moment. I know, I know, you're technically not due until Sunday the 18th (Uncle Trey's birthday), but I, and so many others, would REALLY appreciate it if you all of the sudden got the urge and started making things happen. Today would be great, tomorrow fine, whatever, the sooner the better. I have no patience, I can't sleep, it's difficult to walk around, my ankles are extremely large, my lower back is all outta whack; OH, and there's also the fact that I would REALLY like to meet you! So, please, if I can convey anything through my thoughts and wishes to you in there, it's that I'd really like for you to just go ahead and get going. Oh yeah, and if you're not here by Tuesday morning at 6am, we're forcing you out. Yup, that's right. I went ahead and scheduled the induction for Tuesday. I tried for Friday, but the hospital was booked, so lucky you got another few days of blissful womb-land. Alright, that's really all for now. I love you and can't wait to meet you. Really, the sooner the better :) xoxo, Mama