This is what happens when I have pizza for dinner and read birthing books in bed. Please note only the book happened in bed. I did not eat pizza in bed. I may be pregnant but there's a line I draw.
Anyway, while reading the book, I started to get that anxiety that happens when the gears are clicking at the top of a roller coaster. That fear and excitement that something big is about to happen and you're already too committed to avoid it. You made your bed, now it's time to lay in it.
The birthing book got me thinking a lot about labor. I mean, I know that's what it's supposed to do but I think it made me look at labor as a reality and not just a far away thing that will happen but not right now. It is a far away(ish) thing that will happen but not right now, but its a very real thing that will happen and now I have to start planning for it. But how do you plan for something you've never experienced? Something that by all books and accounts is totally different for all women? And how do I tell my husband how to support me and be there for me during something like that?
As these thoughts and many more ran through my head last night BabyG was bumping away in my belly doing his or her best to always remind me what's really important. It doesn't matter how he or she gets here. It's that they do and that it's safe when they do. BabyG will be here one way or another and once they're here it won't matter what method I used or even where I gave birth. It matters that he or she is healthy, happy and loved. I think I can do that. I was also just given the advice to listen to RKelly The World's Greatest during labor. I really think that could help. That song is damn inspiring.
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