It’s the night before the clock ticks over and I’m in my third trimester (yes, we’re doing the 27 week transition). Whoa.
We attended a childbirth class on Saturday – and it was awful. Okay, not awful. I signed us up for a one-day intensive class. I didn’t realize that meant we wouldn’t cover cesarian section… at all. I thought the teacher was pretty even handed until it was time to talk about epidurals. And then it went downhill fast. She did a little demonstration of how difficult it would be to move once you got your epidural by taping ribbons to a volunteer and then taping the ends of the ribbon to a desk. “Wouldn’t this be horrible,” she asks? Um, yeah – but so is writhing in unnecessary pain. Of course, if you want to do the whole natural childbirth thing – as several people in the class did – I completely support that. In fact, I admire you a little bit. It’s just not on my bucket list.
Anyhoodle, I’m feeling pretty good. We’ve got a 4D Ultrasound scheduled for Wednesday. K can’t wait to see if she’s got my nose. We’ll have an audience, as both her grandparents are joining in on the ultrasound fun. I have never seen two people so ready for a grandchild – for this grandbaby. Not for the first time since moving here am I glad we’re only 12 minutes away from my in-laws.
Also, round ligament pain – I don’t have words for you anymore. I hope you die in a fire.
And finally, thank goodness for Girl Scout cookies. They are absolute crack.