After 36 hours of consistent and progressively more painful contractions, they stopped. Dead. Despite the fact that I went to the mall at 8:00 a.m. to walk until I couldn’t walk anymore. Despite the fact that my parents are here, my husband is home, and everything is ready … except … the baby.

I turned off my phone. I refuse to check Facebook or my e-mail. People are waiting, and they don’t understand what is taking so long. I DON’T EITHER, PEOPLE. This is a maddening experience.

TWO will come when he is ready, on his own. I won’t force him out. It’s not a matter of pride at this point, it’s just my gut feeling that I’m doing what is best for my baby. I can wait. 

I think.