40 weeks and 3 days.
And I'm still pregnant.
One of my closely-held theories of pregnancy is that the third trimester is designed to prepare you for childbirth. More specifically, the inconveniences and discomforts of the final weeks are designed to increase in a way to convince you that childbirth sounds like a relief. Ok, to be graphically specific, the final weeks of pregnancy are so unpleasant and wearying that the notion of squeezing a grapefruit-circumferenced creature through your girly bits actually sounds like a great idea.
I am convinced. Even doing it again without drugs sounds like a step up from the status quo.
Baby, it's time for you to come out.