41 long weeks of pregnancy, 3 painful days of labour, 3 excruciating hours of hard pushing, 2 mothers in the birthing room, 1 crazy husband, many puffs of laughing gas, 1 epidural, an IV drip, a catheter, 1 trip to the OR, forceps, an epesiotomy, and 2 lacerations, and 45 minutes of being sewn back…
Ok…starting to panic. We just got back from our ultrasound exam and non-stress test #2. Baby’s still healthy & content to stay in my belly…but she is FAT! We’re happy that they confirmed she is indeed a girl (which is a relief cuz all her clothes are already pink), but the ultrasound tech also informed…
Ok, don’t panic. It’s been 40 weeks plus a day, the due date (which was yesterday)has come and gone…and still no baby!!! Aarrggghhh! Seriously, I’m flattered that she likes me so much, but enough already! Do I need to send an eviction notice? GET OUT!!! Was I not clear? Did she miss that Next Steps…
This month’s update: It is now officially hot! I’ve been a walking oven for a few months now, but with this “warm front” we’ve been having I am one large (large being the operative word) uncomfortable sweaty prego. Sounds attractive, I know. What I wouldn’t give for an icy bellini…*sigh* It’s been 38 weeks and…
a woman pregnant, I long to be seen belly protruding, life invisibly visible squirming inside I want to be seen honored, revered, Exalted not as my person, but as the Miracle itself of life begetting life of human birth Celebrate the woman pregnant don’t set her aside nor cast her off as disabled, or ever…
