**Another Long Winded Post Brought To You By the Mental ExLax: Shirley Ujest **
Having grown up listening to women talk about pregnancy, labor and other assorted horror stories,I was pretty sure of two things:
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It was the worst experience in life a woman had to go through.
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If it was truly that bad, then women would never have a second child.
(and three: Women in clusters tend to start competing for the worst pregnancy and labor stories. It is a round-robin of misery, really. Frightening.)
So, that said:
I had two very easy, uncomplicated pregnancies. From the moment of conception on until the day after delivery with both kids, my sinuses were stuffed the entire time. I felt like Darth Vader. (With #1 I martyred it out. With #2 I got a prescription to help me breath. Yeah, Claritin. Momma didn’t raise me to be a martyr and neither did your mama. Medication is available to alleviate a great deal of the situations that crop up and they will not deform your child or cause lower SAT scores. Use common sense.)
Labor Let me be the first to tell you: Labor pains are at first alot like cramps. Low in the ab, then along the sides of your belly. Your belly will get hard as the muscles contract. How bad your pain is all depends on your tolerance for pain. According to the nurses both times, I have an exceptionally high tolerance for pain. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I anticipated.
Pushing is exactly like pooping. Those are the muscles and breathing/bearing down you use to get out the constipated poops. When you pant, what that does is a) distract you from the situation and diffuses the pain and b) slow the delivery down as the doctor/midwife/doula/catcher makes adjustments down there ( stretching your perineum or the arrival of the shoulders, yeah, what fun.)
**Drugs ** There is a huge militant organization of Moms out there who are against using medication to control the pain during delivery. *It’ll hurt the baaaaaby…It’ll make the baaaaaby sleeepy… * Whatever. I guaran-goddamn- tee you, one day/night you will be desperate to get your precious baby/toddler to sleep and give them benedryl. This is referred to as " Better Parenting Through Pharmacology."
Review your pain med options, they are wonderful. I highly recommend an epidural, mention my name 
Pregnancy can be a wonderful time or it can be an awful time, and I believe alot of women ( especially in this pampered princess age) just go into it with a " well, this is going to suck " attitude, and it does for them, and really, nothing is wrong with them. They are either under-informed or over-informed and paranoid. Try to find the balance.
I pretty much expected every horror story out there to happen to me: morning sickness for 10 months, blow up like a parade float, bed rest, 97 hour labor with the baby coming out side ways. Y’know, a compliation of everyone’s greatest maladies. And I got *none of it *. I am so grateful words escape me and leaves me in tears of thankfulness.
Labor is possibly the most empowering moment of your life. You are in control of bring this little human being into this world, taking it one breath, one contraction at a time. There will be pain, but it will be a good pain. A pain that is bearable. *A pain that will end *.
And you know what, after that little, squirming, crying, wrinkled baby is bundled into your arms, *the memory of the pain starts to fade. *. My baby is 3.5 and I have to really think about the labors I’ve been through, but that is just me, YMMV.
In contusion, RELAX. Enjoy the red hot monkey lovin’ you get right now. Enjoy this aspect of your life to the fullest because one day, when the kids are all gooey, sticky and crying, you can go back to How It Use To Be in the playground between your ears. When you are ready, and you become pregnant, it will be one of the coolest parts of your life. You will be the center of the Universe.
Then the baby comes and you are yesterday’s newspaper, but there you go.
*Parenthood is a one way journey, through long, dusty roads, valleys of blurry nights and mountain peaks with spectacular views. It is all about the journey. A journey that involves not taking your parents or inlaws baggage, but starting out fresh with your own baggage. Frequent flyer miles come in the form of smiles, hugs and fistfuls of dandylions. It is the best job in the world. *