I have been pondering a lot lately the things that we've done to ensure that Noah makes it here, safe & sound. I have attended a birthing class & breastfeeding class in the last 4 days... It was overwhelming to say the least. First, we were the oldest in each class. I am 30 and Matt is 29. I find that odd, but whatever, it doesn't really bother me. What bothered me the most was the youthful look of most of the extremely pregnant women in the room. Don't get me wrong, my mom was pregnant with me while she was 16 & while I certainly don't condone teenage (or premarital) sex, I am not a fool & I know it happens.
That being said, the extreme immaturity of the girls in the class (I won't even begin with the guys - seriously made me ill) shocked me - bad! I cannot believe that these girls will become mothers in mere weeks. Just knowing what we have been through to get to this point - I was livid after each class. The (dare I say it) unfairness of it all!!! There are women, mature, amazing women desperate to become mothers & yet for some reason the gift is with held from them & then I go into a room full of these type of girls (I cannot even call them women).
When asked the question, "what scares you most about the birthing experience?" My answer - the baby may die, after all this time and all this effort & he still might die - there are so many factors. Other answers included, 'pooping on the table' (seriously), 'having shots,' 'having a c-section.' Oh, my. Sure, having a c-section isn't my ideal, but it doesn't scare me... And, please stop asking if it's going to hurt - seriously, YES!! You are about to squeeze a watermelon through a very small orifice - it's going to hurt! And, if your boyfriend asks one more question about sex or saggy breasts I'm going to be on him like a spider monkey! Yikes.
Sorry for the rant but sometimes you have to just get these things out.