Just read a great birth story...

... and cried my eyes out. Maybe it's that she was brutally honest about the whole thing or funny... or both. Maybe it's that I'm so close and I think every single woman who has ever given birth is an enormous hero. Anyway, here it is.

I don't know nothin' 'bout birthin' babies!

For as many classes as we went to. It really is true. I don't. No one that has not previously given birth does. And perhaps I shouldn't. Don't get me wrong, it was lots of fun learning good positions and fun stuff like stations, effacement and dilation. But.

I have learned after a 1/3 of a century on this planet. I over think stuff. I know some of you are thinking to yourself "You, Heather? Never!" But it's true... I really really do, which is why I am starting repression therapy on myself... Somewhere in the deep reaches of my medulla oblangata will be the necessary technical information needed to process the information... But as for the getting it done, I am going to try something I haven't for a while.

Living in the moment. And faith. I figure if I can just stay in that place long enough to get her out all will be well.... I also am fairly certain I will be blessed with that wonderful experience all mothers tell me about... Forgetting the pain.

See I'm not one of those women that thinks they can escape it, with drugs yeah... sure. But mind over matter? Not me. I am fairly certain it will be excruciating at times and I will beg for drugs, cry, and generally be a huge PITA.

But in this one circumstance, it's O.K. I have done all those things before (except begging for drugs) and had far less reason to. It's not like I'm super excited about the pain, but I am convinced it has it's purpose... To get her out. So, with reason and purpose I will live with it until it's over and then I will have the best reward ever. That's my plan and I'm stickin' to it ;)

Fully Cooked

So here we are. At the beginning of the end of carrying this sweet little girl in my belly and preparing to share her with the rest of the world. I feel some signs that she's coming soon. Mainly just that there can't possibly be that much room left for her ;)

And the nesting thing, I have been so preoccupied with work for so long that I felt like maybe that was my way of nesting. Making sure we had a future... Thwarting the attacks (like any mama lion worth her salt would). Now that Measure T was defeated and we have moved forward with the city, I feel like I can finally let go.

Who would have thought that baby clothes could be folded so many times, ways and organized in various fashions till finding the perfect one? First, I thought I was all clever separating them types and by NB and 0-3, until it stuck me that the 0 in 0-3 means a NB could wear it, yes? Duh. Then of course by washing instructions, and then back to sizes (and types) again... Oy.