I realize that my post yesterday about men commenting on the due date may have seemed a little extreme. 99% of the guys out there know better than to say awful things to pregnant women... and the 1% of those who don't, normally don't bother me. I'm guessing my horomones are wayyyy out of control right now, causing the slightest thing to upset me.
For example... this morning, I woke up with contractions. Yes, not the Braxton Hicks type, but the crampy, serious business type. And you know what? I started crying because I didn't want to have the baby yet. "I'm too tired to have the baby... I just want to sleep!" I whined to Forrest. And those of you following my blog on a regular basis, are scratching your head and going, "Whaaaa..?!?!" The contractions stopped after a while, and I managed to fall back asleep... But y'all... I actually didn't want to have the baby. It suddenly dawned on me last night while contracting that....
A) Pushing a baby out hurts
B) Having a baby means I have to take care of it... and possibly, I could break it.
C) Pushing a baby out hurts.
Bottom line.... I realized how big of a wimp I am, and how hard labor is going to be. I want to do this naturally... at least until 5 cm. Why 5 cm? I don't know, it seems like a nice halfway point, and if I get there, I might be so dadgum proud of myself I can make it the other 5... or I might be about to die from the pain, meaning, "give me the epidural now!" Either way, there is that 5 cm I have to dialate to before pain relief. I guess you could say I only have 4 more to go (maybe less w/ these contractions the last few nights)... but still. I'm scared to death of the pain.
Anyways... so, to those I may have offended with my post yesterday, I'm sorry... I can only blame the horomones.