Update on BC Day

Well, there’s nothing quite like being a woman. The things we go through amazes me. I am in awe of our ability to grow ginormous uteruses, scream out healthy slippery babies, shrink back to size, endure period cramps and hormonal fluctuations, osteoporosis and menopause – the list goes on and on. No wonder men are the ones who traditionally did the “sweat of the brow” work; the woman’s work is all within themselves and the household – and let me tell you – it IS work.

Indeed.

Ok. It must mean something about my personality that I was less afraid and less grumpy about a 15.5 hour natural labor at home with a posterior baby who came out with a hand by her head than I was of getting my IUD today.

I hate clinic rooms. Stirrups. White blankets. Metal clamps. Shots of anesthesia (that, coincidentally went too deep and entered my blood stream, giving me a numb face and a far away feeling for about ten minutes!). I also hate this really bad menstrual crampy feeling I have right now. So… yeah. I am allowing myself to b***h about this, but only for today. I’ll get it all over with in one fell swoop and you won’t hear me gripe anymore after this.

Hubby is on his way home with Coconut Bliss and I’ll be just fine.