Oh come on!
Man, I'm done. I'm tapping out. Waving a white flag. Throwing in the towel.
I cannot move an inch in any direction without pain. Even my flip flops are making indentions in my feet now. I just walked from my car to my desk, at a snails pace, and I'm out of breath.
Get this baby out of meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!
Listen, I'm over wanting a natural-letting nature start labor-birth. I don't care if they have to induce or do a c-section. I want to not be in pain anymore. I'm to my breaking point. This needs to be over. Now. Or someone please just knock me out for the next 5 weeks. For the love...
posted by Shaunna Faye @ 11:59 AM
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You say that now. An hour after delivery you will have forgotten all about it, and a couple of years from now you'll be wanting to do it all over again.
But it is not an hour after delivery right now. And it is not a few years away right now. I am hurting this very second and every second that follows. So that's what I'm thinking about. The present. So, the sooner she's out - the better.
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