Oh, September 29th,
You were a good due date. We've had a great nine months together and I've probably said your name hundreds of times throughout this pregnancy. I, however, probably embraced you a little too strongly, thinking we'd have our daughter either before or on the spot you hold on our calendar. But the time has come that we must part ways. It's not you; it's me. I'm sure you'll find another baby to be born on your date and you'll make a great birthday, but not for our kid. Punctuality just doesn't seem to be her thing. As she continues to take her time, we continue to look forward to meeting her--perhaps during the month of your good friend and successor, October.
So long, friend.
Sincerely,
40 weeks
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