Happy Saturday everyone! I hope all of you are having a great weekend! I, however, now have a dark cloud in my otherwise sunny sky. See, I just spent the last 6 hours in my lamaze/labor/baby care class. Yeah........so I am really rethinking this whole baby thing.
I'm just kidding - its a little too late for second thoughts now. I AM totally freaking out about this baby now though. Its not so much caring for MC once she gets here - its HOW she gets here. You know exactly what I mean. This baby is in my tummy and has to come out. Oh dear. The class was super informative and I think it has gotten me really nervous about the whole birthing process. First of all, the fact that I have no control over when Mags chooses to make her appearance concerns me. I am a total planner. The whole spontaneity of labor freaks me out. (It also doesn't help that Adam is thousands of miles away. It just adds to the stress not knowing if he will make it back for the delivery.)
Secondly, there is SOOO much to consider. This also puts a huge damper on my OCD/planning personality. You never know what is going to happen so, sure, you can make a fabulous birth plan, but in all actuallity something might come up that changes everything.
Thirdly, no one in the world likes pain. Considering that I am a citizen of this planet, I would fall into that category. Now, I understand that the pushing won't be so bad if I have an epidural. However, I am scared of the epidural itself! I've heard its not bad, but I'm still going to be scared until its over and done with.
In addition to the epidural, there are so many other things that have to be done that also make me very squeemish. 1) Catheters. I have never had one but the whole idea of a tube in such a small place doesn't sound like a great deal of fun. 1) Enemas. No, they aren't required, but in attempts to save what little modesty and self dignity remains while having your whole bottom half off the edge of a bed for God and the world to see, I imagine its not a bad idea. 3) Nakedness. I am typically not a very modest person, but the idea of all those people just staring at me while I deliver and then nurse doesn't exactly give me warm fuzzies. Is it weird that the thought of my mother seeing me in all my glory down there makes me feel very unsettled? 4)Bathroom audience. So, I like to have my privacy when doing my business in the restroom - who doesnt. I mean, I get stagefright. So the fact that a nurse will accompany you to the restroom the first few times you have to go after delivering gives me some heebie jeebies. 5) Stitches. We all know what I'm talking about so I won't even go any further. This doesnt sound fun.
So now I'm sure I have completely traumatized all of you readers. Maybe, however, someone reading this has actually had a child and can offer some comforting words! Because, as of right now, I want this baby to stay put forever. I'm not even joking. Anyway, please feel free to comment if the urge strikes (even if it may be a "wow, that was waaaay too much info for a blog!" comment.) I just adore comments. I don't know why. When I check my email and see a little "And baby makes three" comment alert, my heart does a little happy dance. haha. Yes, I am soliciting blog comments. I think my life is going downhill....
Hope everyone has a great weekend and gets some much needed relaxation!