For those of you who don’t know, my wife is nine months pregnant and having all of the tell-tale signs of an imminent labor. However, as uncomfortably low as our unborn daughter is choosing to settle, she is not giving in to our constant barrage of requests that she go the extra 8 inches and just come out. Both of us being huge “What about Bob?” fans, I was sitting down just a few minutes ago and the metaphor hit. Waiting for our baby Junia, is kind of like this wonderful scene in this funny film:

No matter how hard we try, this labor thing will just happen when and how it should…exactly when she’s ready to come. However, being Dr. Leo’s in this whole thing makes that difficult to accept.

We’ll keep you posted.