A dreary day. Cloudy, ominous skies and cooling temperatures. Weather notwithstanding, I grow concerned. Those on the Outside are milling about more than normal today; checking my heart rate, putting various needles into mom's arm. Also, I'm pretty sure I just tasted "hospital food". I'm not developed enough to fully understand the significance of these recent events, but I AM developed enough to be suspicious of them (I keep hearing the words "labor", "birth" and other such nonsense). If there is any thought of me vacating my chambers, Those on the Outside are sorely mistaken. They have never before experienced the resistance I am willing to put forth.
Not sure what these things are:
Or what mom is so concerned about:
I must devise a plan before it is too late.
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