Are We Really Going to Do This?

Last night we attended our last baby preparation class. Although informative, this session was the most difficult for me. We watched a graphic video about pain medication choices and emergency solutions for babies in distress. The thought of a baby being forced out by a pair of forceps is graphic enough, let alone when you have to watch it in a movie! Panic rushed over me and I began to feel as if tears could well up at any time - the thought of what if something goes terribly wrong came over me like a ton of bricks and I couldn't wait for the movie to be complete. Then came the tour, which I have been anticipating for quite some time. We are not familiar with our hospital and have never been on the maternity floor, so I was quite excited to see the set-up. Our instructor brought us into a labor and delivery room and explained the ins and outs of the bed, lights, switches, bathroom, tv/vcr - all the basics that would help a couple feel comfortable during the miracle of birth. I found it difficult to breathe and got extremely warm during the tour - I am not a person who panics, so what is going on! We left the hospital and began talking about the last class and although it is not new information, it was once again blatantly confirmed that I despise hospitals. Although I've spent my fair share in hospitals or redi-meds for various injuries in my life, I realized that I've never been a patient who has stayed overnight in a hospital. My rational brain (and husband) tells me that we need to continue to simply roll with the punches and embrace that we are in fact ready for our baby to join us in the world. I know that I can do this, and I simply need to put my trust in all that I know to be right.

We are very pleased with the hospital rooms and conveniences that are all offered. The staff seems quite nice and as soon as my body allows me to stop panicking and worrying about every possibility that could go wrong I'm certain we will have an overall enjoyable experience. I know, all these thoughts are normal - let's just say I'm getting them out of the way now so I can enjoy the last month and a half of my pregnancy; sounds good, right?!

This weekend will be pretty low-key. Have some cleaning to do and errands to run, but other than that I think we're going to relax as much as we can, watch the Colts, go to Mitch's softball games and simply enjoy a weekend together. Happy it's Thursday, but honestly wish it were Friday and 4:30p.m.