Well really, it’s a want-to–be-pregnant/want-to–nurse/want-my-homebirth day. The bad want-to-be-pregnant days, I’ve found, are preovulation. The bad birth day is a result of listening to a birth story on a pregnancy podcast and thinking about the joyous story of the on thepodcast. woman. Not a birth choice I’d have chosen under her circumstances, but she loved it and that’s great, and that’s essentially what matters, isn’t it?
The story was about a scheduled section. At the least, it’s reminded me of the advantages of it, since that’s going to be my next course of action. Always, of course, assuming we get to do it again. It’s nice to know when baby’s coming. It’s also anticlimactic, for me.
Even the talk about breastfeeding gave me pangs. Although she talked about the lactation consultants in the hospital being virtually useless. I can relate.:) Next time I’m not using them at all.
Okay, now I’ve whined. It’s time to shut up and be greatful for what I’ve got.:) After all, after the pregnant and the birth and the nursing comes the baby,and I’ve already got three of them to love and cuddle. So many would give anything for that. Gotta go dig the blessings out of the bath tub. I hear chreaking that’s turning from playful to whiny. Gotta stop the hound from drowning the other two.
Before you tell me I’m nuts for writing while they’re bathing, I’m in the bathroom with the wireless keyboard. So ha!
June 15, 2008 at 5:27 pm |
sniff.