first of all, let me say that there is nothing worse than a pregnant hypochondriac. i am the health insurance company’s worst nightmare. at this point, feel free to come any time baby bwuza. not that i haven’t enjoyed having you as a guest for nearly ten months, but i’m kicking you out without your continental breakfast. early check out, they call it in the hotel business. you get a partial refund. i think i’ve been through enough medical drama thus far. it’s time to end the show, not the lazy drawn-out ending we had in mind, savoring the last moments, but a more sudden farewell. a surprise ending.
second of all, it occurred to me as i went for my daily constitutional yesterday how much walking in the rain can be equated with labor.
even though it looked like rain, people with as nervous a temperament as i have…
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