I love words. All words. I even have favorites -- winningest is among them. My greatest pet peeve is when people say "funnest" and "funner" and completely butcher the English language.
That said, it seems I still have much to learn.
While having a conversation with some sisters-in-law this past weekend, the conversation somehow turned to labor and how I might envision giving birth. One had two kids through c-section, so I thought we were talking about whether I would prefer a c-section or "natural" birth. Well, apparently, "natural" childbirth means something completely different than "vaginal" birth. One sister-in-law had experienced labor without drugs of any kind. After hearing those stories and one or two others about women who attempted truly "natural" births, I realized I had misspoke. I had actually meant "vaginal" birth -- to clafify, pain drugs are completely welcome and encouraged. Strongly.
Those who know me know I am big baby. Seriously. I have a scar of my right calf from when I got stitches and cried because it hurt so bad. I was 20. The ER doctor, I think, was less than impressed with my lack of pain tolerance and rushed through the stitching process just to shut me up. Let's see, I also cried when I got me ears pierced. All three times. Even this morning, I teared up a little when I dropped a shoe on my bare foot. (In my defense, though, it was a stiletto-type shoe and I don't really recall if the tears were due to the pain or because I miss wearing all of my spiky heels.)
So, yeah, labor is a scary thought. Very scary. I was teasing Ray the other day that he has to wear a "sympathy belly" when we take childbirth classes in April. His response: "My belly just unstraps and comes off. To get rid of yours, you need to actually push the baby out." He helps keep things in perspective, doesn't he?
Onto other topics, I am now in my 23rd week. Things are still pretty uneventful here. The belly continues to expand. I finally had to give up my pre-pregnancy jeans last week. Lola continues to kick several times a day, most often during City Council meetings, which is nice because it helps keep me awake (editorial note: I'm just kidding, if anyone from work is reading this -- I love my job).
Seriously, I am not missing the sickness or anything. The backaches are a bit more frequent and I am now uncomfortable all of the time, whether I am sitting on the couch or laying in bed. But nothing is unbearable yet. Lola isn't quite big enough yet, I don't think, to really wreak havoc in my ribs. Although, she did find a way last week to kick my back, which was an odd feeling.
So, life continues. Not much in the near future on the baby front except for a regular check-up Wednesday morning. I have a list of 15 or 16 questions ready! As Ray says, "I bet the doctor is just thrilled that she got the reporter for a patient."
Have a good week -- I will try to post an update later this week.
- Bethany :)