I hate it when I fart in yoga class…

So I’m still thinking about that birth video. As very painful as it looked to actually get the head out, I am stuck with the image of mom right after the baby was born. It was like she was the most amazingly lucky and loved person in the world. She had this ecstatic look when she saw the baby, and then she got to have all the excitement and love from dad piled on top.

In class yesterday, the instructor asked us what we hoped for about our birth. I decided I didn’t want to hope for a birth without drugs, because that seems to lack confidence. Like, I hope someone gets me a DVD for Xmas, and I hope I can be strong through labor. It isn’t a hope because it is in my power. But what I really hope is that all this meditation relaxation stuff works. It is the only tool in my aresnal. It is so scary to not know what to expect, and know that there is nothing to be done but be OK with whatever happens. Sounds like parenting in general…

Baby had the hiccups during relaxation tonight.  Russ got to feel a big, strong barrel-roll today too.