the other night, D was talking to my belly, telling the baby to hurry up and come out. and he said 'come out, we miss you!'.
and that is the most illogical and the most perfect thing he could have said.
we've never met him yet, but we miss him, and we can't wait for him to be finally on the outside.
today is my due date. i've had some twinges but nothing more. i'm getting more and more anxious, more and more afraid that something is going to go wrong.
i need him to be ok.
i've always been of the opinion that i really don't want a caesarean unless it's really, really necessary. but the last day or two... part of my brain wants to call the hospital and say just get him out, already. get him out safe and well. i'm not sure how long i can wait for him to turn up on his own.
come on, baby boy. time to make your move. before your mummy starts cracking up again.