Seriously. If this is all we get, then take me back to the days of playing Oregon Trail on cream-colored monstrosities. At least I knew when my caulked wagon would sink mid-river.
I agree with K. Every time I start to wonder and try and plan and visualize and blah blah blah I remember all over again how every time I've done this: convinced myself I can make it go perfect by mindset, you know: praying all the right prayers, eating the right foods, breathing the right way and being "relaxed" enough and then...yeah. So I've decided to go denial mode. :p
Since my previous comment, I experienced transitioning/pushing contractions 5-7 minutes apart. Very bewildering and disorienting. "Um, doc, I swear I know what I'm doing." He left the room for a while and said to the nurses, "Work on her pushing." Hehe. Also, because I didn't scream, a nurse asked admiringly if we were "Christian Scientists" (I think she meant Scientologist.)
I love caulking the wagon. Much more reliable than fording.
Katy, that's happened to me too with more recent babies. I wonder if that's not so weird once you get bast 3ish. We've been asked if we're Jehovah's Witnesses before . . . I love the theological insights of nurses. :P But anyway, can we assume this means you also had a baby? :D Yay!
I'm going to assume you've had your baby, Katy, and that you're not live commenting. :D YAYAYAYAYAYAY! God bless every snurfling little moment, and may He grant you peace as you heal!
Once had a nurse ask me if there was something in the Lutheran creed that didn't allow for open displays of suffering. Nope, lady, that's just how my daddy raised me. :D
Ha! The internet once told me I was 73 weeks pregnant, and perhaps I ought to make an appointment with a doctor. We took a screen clip and printed it out.
Come to think of it, that's what this blog has never had and really needs: some live L&D blogging/commenting. Hmm...let's see...any volunteers? Rebekah? Melrose? ;)
Somehow it temporarily satisfies my ninth month craving to know "when, how, and how long" by Googling every possible stupid "fact" on the subject EVERY SINGLE TIME, all the while knowing no one on earth can tell me "when, how, and how long", and I'm wasting my time, but I waste hour after hour anyway, because hey, it's entertaining, and at least it's one hour less to go, huh?
HAHAHAHAHA LIVE LABOR/BIRTH BLOGGING...I couldn't even remember to have pictures taken last time and I didn't even leave my home soooo :D fat chance. But it could be entertaining (for readers)....and offer distraction (for me) ...huh.
Thanks, everyone. No, that wasn't live. I was feeling particularly weary of being pregnant when I first commented, and I went into labor an hour later.
The funny thing is, that admiring nurse must have not been around for the last 15 minutes, because I was doing some yelling, which I didn't do with my previous kids.
Speaking of theology, my Romish hospital has Gideon Bibles and Risen Jesus on crosses (I don't know what else to call them. S1, totally seeing the humor: "Heeyyy! That Jesus isn't dead!" D1, know-it-all: "It's the Resurrection." S1, indignant/disgusted: "No, that's a cross, not a tomb. [return to humorous] And his hands aren't even nailed down!"
Sorry--completely off-topic. I do wish the internet would have told me about huge resting periods between pushing contractions. I had never heard of that.
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Seriously. If this is all we get, then take me back to the days of playing Oregon Trail on cream-colored monstrosities. At least I knew when my caulked wagon would sink mid-river.
i don't think i want to know.
I agree with K. Every time I start to wonder and try and plan and visualize and blah blah blah I remember all over again how every time I've done this: convinced myself I can make it go perfect by mindset, you know: praying all the right prayers, eating the right foods, breathing the right way and being "relaxed" enough and then...yeah. So I've decided to go denial mode. :p
Since my previous comment, I experienced transitioning/pushing contractions 5-7 minutes apart. Very bewildering and disorienting. "Um, doc, I swear I know what I'm doing." He left the room for a while and said to the nurses, "Work on her pushing." Hehe. Also, because I didn't scream, a nurse asked admiringly if we were "Christian Scientists" (I think she meant Scientologist.)
I love caulking the wagon. Much more reliable than fording.
Katy, that's happened to me too with more recent babies. I wonder if that's not so weird once you get bast 3ish. We've been asked if we're Jehovah's Witnesses before . . . I love the theological insights of nurses. :P But anyway, can we assume this means you also had a baby? :D Yay!
I'm going to assume you've had your baby, Katy, and that you're not live commenting. :D YAYAYAYAYAYAY! God bless every snurfling little moment, and may He grant you peace as you heal!
Once had a nurse ask me if there was something in the Lutheran creed that didn't allow for open displays of suffering. Nope, lady, that's just how my daddy raised me. :D
Ha! The internet once told me I was 73 weeks pregnant, and perhaps I ought to make an appointment with a doctor. We took a screen clip and printed it out.
Come to think of it, that's what this blog has never had and really needs: some live L&D blogging/commenting. Hmm...let's see...any volunteers? Rebekah? Melrose? ;)
Katy, CONGRATS! :)
Somehow it temporarily satisfies my ninth month craving to know "when, how, and how long" by Googling every possible stupid "fact" on the subject EVERY SINGLE TIME, all the while knowing no one on earth can tell me "when, how, and how long", and I'm wasting my time, but I waste hour after hour anyway, because hey, it's entertaining, and at least it's one hour less to go, huh?
HAHAHAHAHA LIVE LABOR/BIRTH BLOGGING...I couldn't even remember to have pictures taken last time and I didn't even leave my home soooo :D fat chance. But it could be entertaining (for readers)....and offer distraction (for me) ...huh.
Thanks, everyone. No, that wasn't live. I was feeling particularly weary of being pregnant when I first commented, and I went into labor an hour later.
The funny thing is, that admiring nurse must have not been around for the last 15 minutes, because I was doing some yelling, which I didn't do with my previous kids.
Speaking of theology, my Romish hospital has Gideon Bibles and Risen Jesus on crosses (I don't know what else to call them.
S1, totally seeing the humor: "Heeyyy! That Jesus isn't dead!" D1, know-it-all: "It's the Resurrection." S1, indignant/disgusted: "No, that's a cross, not a tomb. [return to humorous] And his hands aren't even nailed down!"
Sorry--completely off-topic. I do wish the internet would have told me about huge resting periods between pushing contractions. I had never heard of that.
Congratulations Katy!
(Are we going to get any particulars? Boy? Girl? :) :) :)
Maybe you'll give us a little update on your blog - you know, when you have some extra time and energy? Hah! :P
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