My 28th birthday was yesterday. George brought me flowers on Friday, but was very wise and steered clear of the issue on Sunday, not wishing me “Happy Birthday” until today… which happens to be our 3-year wedding anniversary.
I’m still trying to find an alternative birthing center since I do not want to have a hospital birth. I made the mistake of watching “Maternity Ward” on TLC on Saturday, and spent the entire half hour yelling at the television; “Why are you laying on your back to labor? Why aren’t you sitting up? Why aren’t you walking to bring the baby down? Why won’t they let you have water?” My personal favorite was a 17-year-old girl who was crying and screaming, “I want to go home! I can’t do this!” Yeah, maybe you shouldn’t have gotten pregnant then.
Ugh, I have no sympathy for uneducated people who believe that a medicalized birth is the only route… as if the OB/GYN is God and there aren’t choices and alternatives available.
George threatened me; if I watch that show again, he’s having TLC removed from our cable. I know he won’t do it, but it’s nice to know he’s more concerned about my mental state than he is about Bob Vila or Forensic Science.