From pink to blue....

This week I realized that my baby bump application on my phone had a pink background and so did this blog. I'm sorry Prince Minor, I love that you're going to be a boy but I think many mothers assume because they have female parts so should their unborn children. So let me list a few great things about boys (or so I hear):

You don't have to do hair
No squatting or very rarely papering a toilet seat
Boys love their mamas
You only have to worry about one boy not every new boyfriend she falls in love with
Go play with your daddy!
Daddy will take you to get a haircut
Treasure hunts
Transformers
Boys take care of their mamas when they're sick
Lots of exercise
Fewer clothes to buy
Your daddy will explain that honey
No short skirts, half tops, and you can't leave the house in that young lady!

I'm sure the list could go on for 5 pages but I'll stop there. I'm excited for this little boy, who's going to change our lives forever! I'm Team Blue all the way, I just hope he looks a little like his mama....LOL!

Birthing Babies...

We started Bradley Birthing Classes about 5 weeks ago. This is not your regular Lamaze class, these women are serious about no doctor intervention. I believe if they could go in the woods, squat, and push out a baby they'd do it and then go wash clothes on a rock It's very empowering though confirming this is what you body was made to do. You have all the equipment, the abilities, the strength, and the pain tolerance to do this. I am WOMAN hear me ROAR!!

All that is well and good but I'm a little scared. How do I know when my cervix is stretching to push out a baby head the size of a bagel that I'm going to be able to tolerate the pain. The pain that has been described as someone taking a hot knife and chopping you in half. What?!?! Are you serious? The other 6 pregnant women sit there with pleasant smiles on their faces agreeing this is going to be wonderful, oh yes, everything I've been waiting for all my life. Im screaming inside thinking...NOOOOOO, THIS IS GOING TO BE AWFUL!! WHY WOULD ANYONE PUT THEMSELVES THROUGH THIS PAIN!!   But then I get it together and think well you might as well try. My mom did it, my sister did it, women for hundreds of years did it, and still do,

Looks like fun, huh?

Deep breath, calm down, and blink. So after I'm sure a hoffified expression leaves my face I put on a pleasant smile that conveys I can't wait for the hot knife or the bagel baby head!

Fake it until you make it and ask for the epidural if you need it! That's my motto. Check back in a couple of months I might change my mind!