Week 33 has arrived and all is well. At my last doctor’s appointment they told me that I was measuring a little on the small side. This was actually a relief as my dear mother-in-law gave birth to three boys weighing in at 10, 9, and 8 pounds respectively. The fact that my husband was the 9-pounder has always left me a little afraid that I might have a really big baby. In my mind “big baby” has always equaled “more pain”. While we are on the subject of pain, my time for giving birth to this girly is fast approaching. I have had many people ask me if I’m going to “go natural”. Hmmm…if you remember, one of my recent posts described how I have only just recently been able to have my blood taken without panicking. I have also reached the place where I can sit in the waiting room at the doctor's office without feeling faint. Now, I ask you, does this sound like a woman with enough bravery to “go natural”? No, I will be heading to the hospital at the first hint of labor with a sign around my neck labeled “epidural” in large letters. I figure this should keep anyone from being confused. (Please, no e-mails trying to convince me otherwise. It ain't gonna happen.) I have nothing but the deepest respect for my mom and those of my friends who have gone through labor without anything for the pain, but I’m content to admire them from afar.
One comforting thing my mom’s always told me is that all of the pain becomes worth it the moment that little baby is placed in your arms. My “moment” moves closer to me with each passing day and I can’t wait! Until next week, 7 more weeks to go…
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