This is me on my due date, just over a year ago. The little one had been pushing his feet up against the bottom of the right side of my rib cage for months, and I'd been suffering quite a bit of rib pain as a result. It felt like I just couldn't stretch myself tall enough.
I was impatient. I had spent my entire pregnancy believing in an intuition from my deepest self that the baby would arrive early, maybe on my grandfather's birthday, maybe on Groundhog's Day. And here it was my due date, and I was that thing that I most hate to be, that thing that rests most uncomfortably on me: wrong.
Hey you in there! Yeah, you.
Come out come out wherever you are...