In case you feel like the fact that my voicemail box being full is an indication that I gave birth, it is not.
This babe is still high up in my rib cage and delighted to be there.
I am glad that he or she enjoys being in the womb and that I provided a comfy environment for all of these months. But, my mind is rapidly turning into Swiss cheese and I have no desire to work or do a thing. I should really work up until delivery and am feeling stressed that I cannot even put words together any more.
At least the appearance of a babe would let me off the hook for work.