Hubby and I attended an all day childbirth class this past weekend and while it was very informative, we both feel we’ve seen enough nether regions to last us a lifetime. And to think the movie Knocked Up had me cringing! That particular scene in the movie was tame compared to the sights and sounds in what we had to watch. The class was in stunned silence as we watched several women give birth. After watching one husband asked if those women had been paid, because surely no one puts their business out there like that for the heck of it. We all laughed and the instructor said when you get to that point in labor, you don’t really care who sees what!
I did notice that in all the labors we saw, not one woman looked euphoric during labor, which with all the breathing and vocalization and PAIN, I guess the euphoria comes after baby has arrived safe and sound. We saw several births with pain medication and one without…and I didn’t realize about the one without until the movie actually told us she had done it that way.
After watching all the births and having the RN go over procedures and protocol I have decided that I am going to give this natural childbirth a whirl. This goes back on everything I ever said prior to getting pregnant and I mean everything. I was set on being drugged up and selecting a c-section date for delivery and having a plastic surgeon to do a tummy tuck at the same time. I had it all planned and thought nothing was going to change my mind. Not even the other mother’s who insist that c-sections are a cop out and you aren’t a real mother unless you give birth vaginally. I said “pfft” to those mothers and thought to each their own, I surely wasn’t going to feel less of a mother if I had a c-section or not. And it actually made me sad to think other women would do this to one another, when being able to create life, carry it and deliver it is special, no matter what method you choose. I guess my body will tell me when it we are in the middle of it whether it was a good choice or not, but for now I feel good about the decision and am less scared about it than I was at the beginning of the pregnancy. Of course this doesn’t mean I won’t wimp out at the first sign of a hardcore contraction…
There are approximately 10 weeks left in this pregnancy and I must admit it has gone pretty fast. It seems like just yesterday I was blogging about the trying and now here I am almost to the end. Now my biggest worry is that baby boy will decide to come early and Hubby will be on a trip and not make it on time. Though if the averages for first time labor are any indication, he will have hours to arrive at hospital and hold my hand and help me with the breathing techniques we learned. He-he-hoo, he-he-hee. I won’t even tell the story about how I could NOT do the fast pant correctly…Hubby is still schooling me on how to do it properly.
Baby boy officially spends most of his day moving about from one side to another and then top to bottom. Occasionally he will give me a swift kick or jab that takes my breath away. It’s like whoa! I want to try and figure out which body part is where as he is moving, but can’t seem to make out his butt from his head from his foot! But I’m going to keep trying and I am sure he will keep kicking and jabbing away.