My wife's least favorite day of the year is probably Halloween. She hates it. I mean she can't stand it. Any part of it. So, of course, she was convinced that our son was going to be born on Halloween.
Now that we have escaped that tragedy, and November is finally here, we're both ready for him to be born. Really, we're ready for him to come at any time.
Like now!
No? How 'bout ... NOW!
Dangit. Now?
(My apologies if this picture is of your child. I meant no direspect. Just trying to illustrate the point.)
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