So the shocking news is that we've decided to have a .....dun dun dun....homebirth.
Oh my lordy goodness. Homeshcooling. Homebirthing. The next thing you know, this crazy lady is gonna start, like, eating her meals at home and stuff!
You know, after four unremarkable speedy deliveries at four different hospitals with four different doctors, I realize that the things that bother me about labor and delivery have nothing to do with labor and delivery. It has everything to do with the hospital environment. The expectations of intervention and the unspoken lack of interest in me as an individual person.
If I am sick, if something goes wrong, I'll go to a hospital. That's what I've decided hospitals are for. Birth is normal. And apparently my body is pretty good at it. So I've decided I won't leave the comfort of my home, where I'm calm and happy and go to a place that completely stresses me out to do something I already know how to do and is natural.
Anyway, I'm watching The Business of Being Born for the first time right now, and totally bawling at Ricki Lake having her baby, so I'd better stop talking to the world. Clearly I'm a little unstable.
Happy Thanksgiving, friends!
p.s. if you wanna check up on my midwife, you can stalk her site here: http://www.birthalternatives.com/. She's delivered over 1,300 babies and passed our lengthy interrogation with flying colors this morning. I feel so happy with our decision. And she really thought I was so funny, which is HUGELY important. I mean, if someone doesn't laugh at my jokes and crazy stories? They just have no sense of humor, clearly!
p.p.s. some other lady just had her baby. I'm crying again.