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| In through the nose, out through the mouth. |
I sort of suspected I wouldn't be drawn to any particular method from early on in this game. I hate yoga because I think it's boring and not relaxing. Smooth jazz and classical music stress me out. Breathing exercises make me giggle like an immature 7th grader. The list goes on. It all became clear to me, once and for all, in our childbirth class. To be clear- we took the hospital's childbirth class which was all business and not focused on pain management (except when the anesthesiologist visited and I tried to make friends with her for later!)
Our instructor couldn't help herself, however, from talking for a bit about relaxation methods. She went over various things your "coach" (I hope G wears a whistle around his neck for this) can do to help you through the pain. They all involved some sort of touching. Count me OUT! When I am in pain and ANYONE, husband or otherwise, gets anywhere near me it is not ok. I suffer alone thank you. Our instructor's next move was to walk us through a relaxation exercise. She had us all close our eyes and picture ourselves on a lake shore. Just like in yoga class, I never believe that everyone else is closing their eyes so I keep peeking to make sure it's not all a big joke to make me look dumb (immature and insecure). We were told to picture ourselves climbing into a golden boat and floating out onto the lake. Ummm? Besides the fact that I found this kind of silly in general, why am I floating out to the middle of the lake?? Do I have a paddle? How am I getting back to dry land? Does my golden boat have a motor? life jacket? singing gondolier from the Venetian? If not, I'm not doing this.
My birth plan is as follows:
-Go into labor a few days before my due date (are you reading this fetus????)
-Show up at the hospital
-Get the epidural
-Get the baby out
-Snuggle adorable little boy and live happily ever after!
I'm sure it will go down just like that...


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