#5521 ·
It feels like every single time I turn around, someone’s asking if I’m scared of giving birth—and if I’m lucky, they immediately launch into a long-winded saga about their own labor experience or some horror story they heard from a friend at brunch.
Honestly? Giving birth isn't even my main concern! When I look at kids and parents out in the world, I'm way more stressed about the "terrible twos" phase, the whole school transition, the constant pressure to compare kids (and it's not just about money!), school violence, and then puberty... oh man, puberty. I was looking at these girls today attending their sister's First Communion, and they looked like they just rolled straight out of a club downtown—I mean, seriously, tiny little things dressed up in these ridiculous 6-inch heels and enough makeup to cover a house, when you can tell by their faces they're barely even in middle school yet. Plus there's a million other things...
As for the actual delivery... yeah, it’s probably not going to be a walk in the park. It’ll likely be awkward, painful, and messy afterward, sure, but at least it has a beginning and an end! It's a defined event, unlike everything else that follows, and once it's over, I'll be way too busy running around with a newborn to dwell on it.
We wanted a baby, and we're all going to navigate this wild ride together—the pregnancy, the birth, and the chaos after—but honestly, the actual birth feels like such a tiny slice of the whole journey. It's just funny how much some older ladies seem to love nothing more than trying to scare us half to death...
Honestly? Giving birth isn't even my main concern! When I look at kids and parents out in the world, I'm way more stressed about the "terrible twos" phase, the whole school transition, the constant pressure to compare kids (and it's not just about money!), school violence, and then puberty... oh man, puberty. I was looking at these girls today attending their sister's First Communion, and they looked like they just rolled straight out of a club downtown—I mean, seriously, tiny little things dressed up in these ridiculous 6-inch heels and enough makeup to cover a house, when you can tell by their faces they're barely even in middle school yet. Plus there's a million other things...
As for the actual delivery... yeah, it’s probably not going to be a walk in the park. It’ll likely be awkward, painful, and messy afterward, sure, but at least it has a beginning and an end! It's a defined event, unlike everything else that follows, and once it's over, I'll be way too busy running around with a newborn to dwell on it.
We wanted a baby, and we're all going to navigate this wild ride together—the pregnancy, the birth, and the chaos after—but honestly, the actual birth feels like such a tiny slice of the whole journey. It's just funny how much some older ladies seem to love nothing more than trying to scare us half to death...