Labor Pains

I find it excessively painful to listen to other women's labor stories.  They always tell their story as if they're the only woman in the world who had 36 hours of labor followed by an episiotomy and a failed epidural.  blah blah blah.  I just nod my head and smile politely, thinking of all the things I'd rather be doing than picturing this woman in the throes of "the worst labor ever experienced in the history of womankind." 

Actually, I'm going in to the hospital tomorrow morning to have this baby (Anjali).  My husband is working at the hospital I'm going to deliver in and is planning on making rounds that morning.  I thought that was a good idea because I really don't know what he will do while I'm having contractions and such.  Give me ice chips?  Rub my back?  Paleeeze.  I'd rather go it alone.  I mean, do you really think it would help me to have an ice chip???  All I want is the epidural.  That's it.  And when I start pushing he can stand by my bed and say "Push!  One, two, three, four. . . "    That would be most helpful.  I just may forget how to count while I'm trying to squeeze this precious angel out.

Do I sound cynical?

I'm really excited for my sister, who is on her way home from Russia with her two newly adopted sons.  It's like we're having our children on the same day. . . My parents are getting three grandchildren in two days.  Now they will have 11 grandchildren with another due in October.  Lucky them!