On Your Mark, Don't Get Upset, GO

I used to think that was the right thing to say before a race when I was little. It kind of applies now.

We had our final Preparing for Childbirth class last night and got to watch video footage of a birth. There have been a few other times when we've been shown certain phases of the process, but this last one was pretty comprehensive, starting with the first labor pains and ending with the baby coming out and being placed on it's mother's chest.

I have a hard time not bawling through birth footage. Or feeling like I need to run out of the room. I forget to breathe.

Again, the mixed feelings. One second I'm afraid and want to say, "No thanks. I'll take the stork-dropping-it-off option." But then the baby comes out all curled up with its little eyes open and I'm so happy for the people in the video after all that struggle and wish it was me who was done with the whole thing.

I guess now we're considered ready to give birth. Our instructor's last line to us was, "Alright then, go out and have your babies!"

Riiiight.