It is now Wednesday. That means officially, this baby-birthin’ thing is on hiatus. She is absolutely forbidden from being born between Thursday morning and Sunday evening. She has been put on hold until Monday. You want to play dirty, kid? Oh, we’ll play dirty. Guess what? DON’T be born. I don’t give a shit. I’m living the high life this weekend with no kids around the house, anyways. They’re going camping again, so I’m going to watch the hell out of my TV and maybe even get some Chinese food. Probably chicken with broccoli, with fried rice. It’s gonna be delicious. And I DON’T plan on eating it in a fucking hospital room, girl.
YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME, BABY SURREY.