There Is Something So Appealing About Feeling The Weight Of A Baby Bearing Down On My Hips, But Has No

there is something so appealing about feeling the weight of a baby bearing down on my hips, but has no desire to be born. My due date has come and gone, and the doctor assures me everything is fine, that my womb has just made a wonderful home they're not eager to leave, but my belly continues to get bigger, my tits continue to swell, and it's hard to even walk. Trying to coax my labor to start with spicy food, yoga balls, and especially sex, but nothing will work, not until the most inopportune time. And then having to labor alone, trying to push my massive, overdue baby out, while waiting for an ambulance, I just can't get enough of the idea.