Get Out

Get out.

Get out, get out, get out, get out, get out, get out, get out.

I’m tentatively scheduled to be induced on Sunday pending what the doctor says on Friday.  Really, nothing else matters.

There’s my maternity monday update.  This pain-in-my-ass baby is going by his own schedule and MOMMY IS TIRED.  I can’t sleep anymore, the baby has no room, I’m uncomfortable, I’m in pain, and I’m done.

Pleeeeeaaaaase Mini Me, GET OUT

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