You had done so much to get pregnant. You tracked ovulation, consulted doctors, did everything. And you were so happy when you eventually got that baby!

It was so difficult getting it in there. But God, It was even more difficult getting it out.

You tried everything. Old wives tales like pineapple, spicy food, this really bad tasting tea. Walking a whole bunch. Hell, your midwife even recommended swimming and you did that too! To nothing. Right now, you were trying to bounce on an exercise ball. To no avail. You were almost a week overdue, damn it!

Gerard, the acclaimed love of your life and husband, was behind you. Rubbing your back as you bounced on the ball. He had been great. So sweet, and kind, and caring. But you were so frustrated honestly all you wanted to do was deck him in the face. He was desperately trying to get you to calm down.

"Shh, they'll come out when ready okay? You're just tiring yourself."

He said, in his sweet kind voice that just dripped with sugar and spice and all things nice or whatever.