My stomach is alive and other random notes.

A couple of mornings ago, I was sitting at my computer, typing away, when I looked down and saw the strangest thing—my stomach was twitching from side to side, all on its own.  It looked like some weird special effect from a sci fi movie or something. I almost expected a little green alien to burst out and start doing the macarena.

Such is life in the eighth month of pregnancy.

Other fun highlights?

Childbirth education class. This week, we talked about the wild and wacky world of pain medication during labor, with a particular emphasis on epidurals. Now, I don’t know how much you have heard about this “regional anesthetic,” but I can tell you, I now know far, far too much.

I know exactly where in your spine they put it in. How much it hurts (supposedly not at all). All the risks and benefit (surprise, it can kill you!). And, thanks to a teacher who has apparently never heard the phrase “too much information,” what the catheter, and yes, even the needle, looks like (big. and scary.).

But, not being a big fan of pain, I’m pretty sure I still want one. I’ll just have to make sure my husband’s out of the room first—even hearing about it was enough to make him dizzy. I don’t think he needs to see it done to his wife. Although, by that point, he might feel like jabbing sharp needles into me himself…

Of course, he probably gets that feeling several times a day. My hormones are, well, a bit crazy lately. So he might find himself getting snarled at if he fails to guess correctly what I want for dinner. Or confusedly grabbing tissues for a suddenly  sobbing me when moments before I’d been laughing my head off.  Or nudging me awake when I drift off mid-sentence.

But at 34 weeks, I make no apologies. I’m doing the best I can, and so is he. I’m sure in the end, it’ll all be worth it.

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