Some things never change.
In preparation for the most life-altering event I’ve ever experienced, I’ve braced myself in two of the three best ways that I know how: curling every hair on my head and thorough eyebrow grooming.
When it comes to early contractions, it’s true what they say about distracting yourself. Do it. (Or advise it.)
Prayer is obviously the other means of prep. I intend to be constant in that. Would you be, too, please?
There’s something else that I’ve done to prepare for labor, and I think it falls under the category of nesting: extreme grocery shopping. Extreme.
So I’ve been up since the four o’clock hour trying to pay attention to these contractions. Last night they were sneaky and had been manifesting themselves as trapped gas. This was unsettling to me as that pain tends to be sharper and harder to block out. Thankfully by this morning, that has morphed into what I expected them to be like all along, reminiscent to menstrual cramps (or at least the ones I’ve experienced).
A friend of ours who has experienced many natural childbirths recently recommended that during labor, when I walk, to sway… sashay… swing those hips or however you’d like to describe it. Thankfully, at least for now, that seems to be helping immensely!
Watch out now! Square Piece has got some moves!
While curling my hair, if I felt a contraction coming on, I just started grooving. At this point in the game, the movement is so helpful that I’d actually have to stop all the hip shaking to see if the contraction was still present.
If you don’t have a good visual, this is darn near precisely what’s happening in the Spears’ household right now (except for the lunging part):
Now picture that, except I’m alone in a nursery eating a bagel. For good times, when Brian wakes up, I might just ask him to join me in all this seduction. Then we might start moo-ing and blowing raspberries (which sounds crazy if you haven’t read Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth). Here’s hoping that I can keep up my good humor for as long as possible!