Still here!

Here's another blog for the brave. Be warned. Body things are discussed here. Today my midwife examined me & the first thing she said was, "OH, honey! Your hemorrhoids!" (Thanks.) She continued to tell me which one(s) were worse. (Thanks, again.) I really do love this woman. I hope that she is there when little Zora comes into the world. And I do appreciate her sympathy. It's just painful to my pride that I look so wounded pre-labor. Post-labor, one can only expect to be a train wreck (I remember that even after a "good" labor with L, I felt like I had been in a car wreck the following day(s)). Still, I was about 4 cm dilated & 80%, if not more, effaced. So I said, "How in the world can I get this kid out without drugs?" She laughed and offered, "The same thing that got you in this mess will get you out! Only that's like gymnastics at this point, right? Sorry!" (Yea, me, too!) We discussed the option of breaking my water & then using the breastpump (if things aren't progressing). Although she thought that since small girl dropped even lower this week (my tummy is lying on my lap as I type), she'll come on with a tiny bit of aide. I am SO torn about it all. I do not want any drugs, so I'm against hooking myself up to the dreaded pit drip or whatever else, but I remember what it was like to walk, sit, & lie down semi-comfortably...it was nice. Well, Monday was the chosen day for the water breaking, so we'll see what happens. Thoughts and prayers, loved ones!