I realize I shouldn't be complaining. I'm only 38 weeks and have 2 to go, but when the doctor said it'd be any day now over a week ago, I sure did get excited. Days have been dragging and my patience (what little I had before) is practically gone. I spend my afternoons eating Cap'n Crunch and watching April the Giraffe, my hero, hoping for the birth of her baby and mine. I mean, come on! This warrior-champion for pregnant women everywhere-has been overdue for almost 3 weeks now. If April can do it, surely I can. But little baby, I'd sure like to meet you. It's nice and cozy in your mama and dada's arms, I promise.
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