Epidurals and pitocin and sections, oh my.
Now, the big question I have after 4 weeks of class is not:
- what direction do I face?
Opposite of now on 2 axes
- when do I push the exit hatch button?
Not for 13 weeks
- what will my perfect head will look like afterwards?
See Beldar photo
I'd like to point out that this is no where near the reaction she has when she sees an epidural needle -- that's more like palpitations and shortness of breathe.
So, I was doing some research, you know, since I don't get all the visuals mom and dad get, here's what 10 centimeters is relative to -- the length of an avocado or, hmm, I don't know, about the size of a big orange. Now, I don't know about you, but 4 inches sounds like about the right size for a cookie. And mom makes really good cookies. So, what's all the hullabaloo? 10 sonimeters, or centimeters, is like a baseball or the size of the orbital debris monitored by the U.S. Air Force Space Command. Or a chocolate chip cookie. Or whatnot. Regardless, a cookie sounds pretty darn good right now.
[Hah, and dad said something about wanting a paternity test after I danced through an ultrasound. Me wanting cookies is pretty conclusive.]
The funnest part of the fake childbirthing class was last night: mom volunteered to be the demonstrator for diapering the "baby" and then dad got dragged down into the diapering and swaddling abyss with her. Mom was pretty funny and the class was laughing a lot -- especially about the "oh let's see what you made for me today" part, the pretend hosing that she got, and joking that she maybe beat the 2 years it took to diaper my sweet, patient cousin. Dad was way more into the time trials they were apparently having; he was all business.
I can't wait. I totally bet mom and dad have that much fun changing my diapers. I'm not actually sure if mom's diapering job would stay on, but... These details are inconsequential. Dad's job was pretty solid. Maybe he'll just do all the diapering changes.
[Mom just said, "Great idea, Marcus!"]
Swaddling was a whole different story that we won't even go into. Mmmm, buritos.