So my sister is 27 weeks pregnant with her second offspring. And at 27 weeks, she has declared that enough is enough. She wants it out. Never mind that she still has 13 weeks to go.
She has proclaimed that this baby - which incidentally is a boy - is just "too big" and taking up "too much space", so she has decided to evict him from his wet nest.
"But isn't this dangerous?" I ask innocently.
"Bloody hell, it's in position, it's safe. It must come out, NOW!!!" she bellowed back. And I cringed away in the corner to find some solace and safety.
"You don't understand, brother," she continued. "He is much bigger than my first offspring and I am not a big person. I cannot carry this young sleep-wrecker any longer."
And according to her doctor, they have passed the critical times and inducing would be quite safe. besides, the young lad is apparently very well padded with baby fat making him quite large already.
"I'm going to struggle to get him out as it is. Do you really think I want to wait another 13 weeks so he can get bigger??"
I am trying to realize that this is the hormones talking. My sister is never quite moody. Bossy, yes. But not really moody.
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