Remember when I said I didn’t want any part of labor? Well I’ve changed my mind. I want to go to into labor – I pray to go into labor. I’m totally excited about going into labor because it means I won’t have to carry around a bowling ball inside me anymore.
Unfortunately Holden is not feeling any of my anxiety or urgency. He’s apparently super thrilled to just be hanging out (upside down mind you) inside of me. Why is that? Can it be comfortable to be curved up in a ball like that? I can’t imagine liking that….
Well so I’ve taken to talking to Holden every night about the specific pleasures this world has to offer him in the hopes that I can coax him out. I’ve promised to give him his own room, to not dress him in anything embarrassing, to let him drool on my cell phone if he wants and I’ve even promised him that he can stay up late playing XBox with Wes.
But nothing is working. Holden is clearly displaying Wes’ aversion to nagging. Like father, like son. Oh well, he’ll be worth the wait.