Rob and I just returned from our 2nd birthing class. We are taking classes on the Bradley Method, husband coached childbirth. Last week we kind of went over what the class was about, learned some relaxation techniques and discussed things that some of us our experiencing or will experience. I am the 2nd farthest along in the class, everyone else is due April, May or even June.
Anytime the teacher asked if anyone had experienced what she was talking about or new answers to questions I chimed in. I was the girl that I hate. The know it all. I told Rob after we left that I felt like the teacher’s pet cause I knew everything. I like to think I’ve educated myself pretty well on pregnancy and childbirth. I don’t understand really how one couldn’t. We received handouts on diet, which should be high in protein according to the Bradley Method. Score! My diet is full of protein. We also received handouts on things like perennial massage to help prevent tearing (Wooooo!) and a workbook with all the lessons we’ll be going over each week. We also signed up to bring a snack for the 2nd class (tonight). The teacher created a snack sign up list and gave a theme for each week, and the first weeks theme was eggs. Naturally, we signed up for that one. We met and chatted with the other couples, there are 5 more, and of course had a little ice breaking activity to get to know each other. After last weeks class I felt really confident in our decision to take it. I think Rob is going to be an amazing coach.
Last Wednesday I hit the 30 week mark.
I’m starting to feel more “pregnant”. I’m huffing and puffing with every step I take, especially going up and down stairs. I’m peeing like crazy. Putting on socks and shoes, and hell even my pants, is becoming a chore. I’ve never been good at sleeping, as Rob puts it, but now my sleep schedule is so off I can’t remember the last time I got a real full night’s sleep. Which is ok because I feel like this is just preparing me for the lack of sleep that is to come. It would be nice, though, to have one night where I can sleep for 3-4 hours straight without having to wake up to roll over. My back is almost always hurting, and there is frequently a fist or foot (I can’t tell) scraping my ribs from the inside. Aaaand y feet are swelling. Only a little but thankfully my mom got me compression socks which are helping (thanks mom!) I know it sounds like I’m complaining a whole lot, and I am, but I certainly wouldn’t change a thing. I know in a couple of months these physical aches and pains will be replaced by new ones and I’ll have an outside baby! I just can’t believe how much I’ve slowed down in the last couple of weeks. I am that slow walking girl I hate getting stuck behind at the store, but that’s how goes.
Yesterday my mom took me to Ikea where she bought our crib (yay!). My mom is a very aggressive walker, as am I normally. I must get it from her. But she definitely had to take it down a couple notches yesterday so I could keep up. And Ikea was so incredibly crowded we couldn’t walk at a normal pace even if we wanted to.
So mom got us our crib, which we are so thankful for (thanks mom!). Rob and I began to assemble it last night and pretty much within 5 minutes we realized that we had a dud of crib. You know how Ikea furniture is pretty foolproof and comes with all the holes drilled for you? Well, one of those holes, on just one on one of the rails, was about two centimeters too high. We tried flipping it upside down, attaching it to the other side and whatever else we could think of. It wasn’t going to happen. So now we have to bring it back. Boooooo! This next one better be right dammit. I’m in major nesting mode and I want to get some shit done. We’ll take it back and hopefully get one with no issues.
Tonight was our 2nd class. Rob and I brought this weeks snack based on eggs. We made a breakfast quiche with bacon, sausage and cheese, and Rob made his deviled eggs. Of course we used our chicken’s eggs for both. Both were a big hit and we brought home no left overs! This class we had three couples and there new babies from the last class come and tell their natural birth stories. It was nice to hear each couple’s experience and how the pain was different for each woman and each woman had her own relaxation technique. It definitely made me realize even more how this whole entire process, pregnancy and birth, really is different for each woman.
One or two of the women had music playing during labor and delivery, which is something I think I’d like to have. At least right now I think I might like it, in the middle of labor it could very well be the last thing I want. the other day I compiled a playlist of songs to play during L&D. At first I was thinking maybe I should have a relaxing playlist. That thought lasted for all of two seconds. I don’t listen to relaxing music. I couldn’t find one album in my iTunes library that could be considered “relaxing”. So, I just put all my favorite songs on this list. It’s over 8 hours long, which is good because first timers usually go for that or longer, and it has everything from The Rolling Stones and She & Him to David Bowie and Sleater-Kinney to Elvis and Styx. The playlist is called Delivery Room Rockout. And that’s what I’ll be doing, rocking my baby out. Now I’m really curious to see what song is playing when he’s born. Will it be something sentimental like David Bowie’s Heroes, or Rufus Wainwright’s cover of Across the Universe? Or will it be something awesome like Salt n Pepa’s Push It or Sympathy for the Devil by The Rolling Stones? Oh the suspense! Rob wants me to include Chumbawumba’s Tubthumping, but I don’t think so. It’s one of those little inside jokes that we have, I think he even mentioned it in his vows. Maybe I should. I’m just not sure I want that to be the first song my son hears.
So now here I am 30 weeks and 4 days pregnant. That’s only 9 weeks and 3 days until my due date. I’m going to go and let that sink in for a bit.