Twenty years ago, in the midst of a multi-day labor with my son, I asked the labor and delivery (L&D) nurse when I might expect to finally deliver. She smiled, squeezed my hand in between contractions, and told me, “The baby will come when he is ready to. These things don’t happen on a schedule!”
I don’t know ask what they do in Norway or Sweden or anywhere else where the quality of life is so much fucking better than America