Well this was going to be a post about how thoroughly obnoxious it is to be not even past your due date and everyone is all up in your grill with "She's not here yet?!"
But we'll forgo that bitchery for now as I've been up since 3 am with a wicked backache and a bladder that wants to trickle out whatever liquid is in my body every 30 minutes. All signs point to this being the lightening stage, to which I say:
Whatever dumbfuck jokester describes a bowling ball laying on my bladder and spine as a "Lightening" can kiss my bloated cranky hormonal ass.
Brace for Peanut's eminent debut into this world....