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I would love to see it!Bwahahahahaa I'll film it.
The face on the belly that is, not the birth.
Don't film the birth, no.
Love laying here watching my belly wiggling around with this little munchkin's sweet moves. *happy sigh*
Seriously? You always have to pull the "I gave birth card "don't you? Lol!*giggles*
you're telling me that you can consume twice your body weight in hard liquor without batting an eye, but you can't stomach a little pushing and grunting and slightly-larger-than-usual wet spot on the sheets?
Lightweight.
*giggles*
you're telling me that you can consume twice your body weight in hard liquor without batting an eye, but you can't stomach a little pushing and grunting and slightly-larger-than-usual wet spot on the sheets?
Lightweight.
I love it when men complain about the birth process.
I love it when men complain about the birth process.
I found labour excruciating, exhausting, and so fucking long, but also empowering and one of the most memorable experiences I'll ever have and one of my greater achievements. Let's see if I'm still saying that in a couple of months though hey.
I tell you what, I am positively gagging for a glass of Bubbles.
If there is not one of those and a ham sandwich on fresh white bread with just a smidgen of mustard pickle waiting for me the minute this little human is out...well.. I may kill someone.
I tell you what, I am positively gagging for a glass of Bubbles.
If there is not one of those and a ham sandwich on fresh white bread with just a smidgen of mustard pickle waiting for me the minute this little human is out...well.. I may kill someone.
Have you informed Crazy Penis of this? I would hate for him to be done in, when he will probably be useful post birth.
I didn't want food after. I just wanted about a gallon of water to drink, and to sleep. Might be the huge bowls of Cookie Crisp cereal I ate as soon as I went into labor both times. Thing is, I don't even like Cookie Crisp cereal.
Heh.
I consumed about a hundred cinnamon Teddy Grahams during my last labor. While my people sat chillin' and mocking me in the living room, i lapped the house like a turtle with its tail on fire: not very fast, but incredibly determined. Every time i made it back to the living room, I'd grab a few teddies and wash them down with a swig of sweet tea. It also gave the midwife the chance to see how i was doing without her following me around and getting in my way. Cause i can be just the tiniest bit irritable during labor.
My oldest daughter still teases me about my labor-induced paranoia. 'I swear, Mom, we weren't laughing at you.'
Okay. Riiight.
I was perfectly calm and unperturbed throughout all three labors. I don't know what all this pissing and moaning and bragging is about.
You are an inspiration sir.
*doffs imaginary cap*
Big bad sadist, you!
I still wouldn't inflict needles or sharps of any kind on anyone else, but I've since been cured of my personal fear of needles. Been stabbed and poisoned so many times in the last 18 months that if I'd held onto the fear I'd be in a looney bin by now.