I lay in the bed, seemingly my prison now I was on strict bed rest. It was getting more than a little boring now. Tiresome. Repetitive. If this baby does not come out soon, I am going to start pushing and hope for the best. I don’t care if contractions have started or not. I will force the little bugger right out. I don’t think I could stretch anymore. And as much as I love my mate, he irritates me. Killing me with kindness. Not to mention stupidity.