I'm sure most women who read this bulletin went into extreme panic mode and headed for the hills, but not me. No sir, it cracked.me.up.
Here is a little taste of what I have to look forward to in t-minus 49 days, give or take:
- I felt like I was being run over by a train.
- I begged my hubby to throw me out of the car on the way to the hospital, it hurt so bad.
- It was like someone was squeezing my insides as hard as they could.
- It was like being slammed in the uterus with a sledgehammer while simultaneously being squeezed by a powerful vise.
- It felt like I was being impaled on a hot fireplace poker.
- It was like someone took a serrated knife and stabbed me in the top of my stomach slowly, slowly sawed downward to my pubic bone, and then stopped for a few minutes and started all over again.
- It felt like a Mack truck running over my spine over and over again.
- It felt like a knife in my back with every contraction. I was literally trying to get away from my own back.
- It felt as though a 400 pound man was pressing down on each hip.
- It felt like a big poop to be completely honest.
- Pushing felt awful — like I was constipated times a hundred and trying to push a baby out of my butt!
Sweet. Can't wait.
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