Fantasies

It's funny how your mind completely erases memory of pain and suffering. Over the course of the discussions with my "girlfriend group" about birth and baby raising, I realize that I am suddenly as naive as the first time I was pregnant (in some ways). I fantasize that the second birth will send me into contractions that are mostly bearable and then the next thing I know, I am naturally giving birth drug-free. The birth will be quick and easy because this is #2, of course, and so it will go so fast that I won't have time or need for pain-killers. (eyes rolling) Now if I were to REALLY think about this scenario, it's laughable. But the fantasy is so much nicer, so I always fall back on it.

Much like my fantasy about how fantastic I will look this time. I vowed that I would not look like I got hit by a truck like I looked with Lacey. Yes, I will have plenty of time to put on some makeup and take a shower and shave my legs. I would make sure I looked fantastic for the pictures we take at the hospital and coming home. The chances of this happening are pretty slim, but I dream anyway.

Then there's my perception that I will begin laboring at home. Maybe after a nice long sleep and a filling meal. It will be on one of Matt's scheduled days off. We will all travel down the road together and drop Lacey off at Grandmom's house before heading to the hospital. I personally think that this fantasy tops them all because it's almost entirely likely that it will happen while I'm at work, Lacey is 45 minutes away at daycare, and Matt is at work. I will probably have a huge gush of my water breaking in front of all my coworkers and then fret over what to do first...go get Lacey or go to the hospital and risk Matt missing the whole event so HE can go get Lacey. Yes, Murphy's Law almost guarantees that will be the way it pans out.