Everyone has an opinion of how to have a baby. And according to them I'm doing it all wrong. Odds are you're doing it wrong, too.
Just because I'm going to try for a drug-free birth, I am a "whole different level of crazy." Rather than judge me and tell me to go ahead and just get the epidural, why not actually offer up an iota of support? The birth process is such a personal decision. I don't judge you for deciding to get an epidural. Why judge me for attempting to go all natural?
Just because I'm going to try for a drug-free birth, does not make me a hippie. It just means I've educated myself on the pros and cons of the drugs given during the process and have decided to be open-minded regarding the situation. I understand that I may change my mind in the middle of it all should my pain threshold be reached, but for the moment, the benefits of no drugs outweigh whatever pain I may feel during labor and delivery.
Every girl deserves a doula. An awesome doula. One like
Natalie.
At some point during pregnancy, you'll realize who your real friends are. It's eye opening. And sometimes a little sad.
The true kindness of strangers is amazing. The amount of insanely cute pink ruffly clothes received from someone I don't even know in Arizona has been overwhelming and restored my faith in mankind. Thank you, Katrina.
Every pregnant gal will cheat at some point during the pregnancy. That small glass of wine I had while in Prague? It's not going to cause fetal alcohol syndrome. And the few occasions I've indulged in lunch meat? Totally worth every bite. Sure, if she comes out with three heads and seven eyes I'll feel guilty...but until then, I'm enjoying life and not being too strict on myself.
Every pregnancy is different. Just because I've been vomiting the past 36 weeks doesn't mean that Baby B is going to be an only child. We'll make that decision down the line. But hopefully it means she'll be a little bit easier once she's in the world and be an exceptional eater, sleeper and an all around easy to care for baby [fingers crossed...I can dream, right!?].
Weird things happen to your body ALL THE TIME. Like taking a bath and seeing your belly move and shift involuntarily. Things ache that didn't exist even in marathon training. And at least I've got a dog to blame for the gas.
You can tell everything you need to know about a person based on their first 10 seconds of interaction with you. To the shithead who nearly ran me over while me and my big ole belly were crossing the street today at lunch, kiss off. To the elderly gentleman who backpedaled to open 3 doors for me while he was already outside and carrying about his day, thank you. You know...this actually goes beyond just being pregnant.
I can go from completely and totally okay to being a raging lunatic or complete hysterical basket case in less than 3 seconds flat. While amusing for some, it wears me thin most of the time. Case and point? There is absolutely zero reason for me to be crying at
this movie trailer. And the end of the Muppet Movie? I could've gone through a full box of tissues. And heaven forbid you look at me wrong...just be prepared for an uncontrollable wrath. Key word: uncontrollable. I am fully aware in my brain that what is transpiring is nothing short of ridiculous and uncalled for...but you'd never know that based on the hormones and emotions projecting outward. My sincerest apologies to anyone who has experienced this first hand.
And last, but certainly not least...elastic-waist pants are HIGHLY UNDERRATED. These should really be the staple of every woman's wardrobe regardless of whether or not she's pregnant.
