Resistant to Change

So I've come to the conclusion that Megan is a chip off the old block. Like her mother, she is resistant to change. I figure this is the only explanation for why she is refusing to exit my uterus. She is happy as a lark in there and doesn't want her boat to be rocked. It's like me when I order food: I know the hamburger, the filet, or the pizza is going to be delicious, so why tempt fate and try something new. Megan is the same way: she's cozy, snug, rocked, and well-fed. Who would want to leave that constancy for the uncertainty of the outside world?