I thought I was going to be sick. I don't know if you've ever had the experience of hearing a 'birthing story', but when I laughed at others telling me that it's horrible, I had no idea. It's horrible. When she was finished, I'd forgotten what it felt like to breathe normally.
I find that new mothers are suddenly very comfortable with the other females in their lives. They can talk about anything, and expect a completely relaxed reaction, coupled with a few 'women only' giggles. Fuck that shit. I wasn't ready. Halfway through the story, my head was trying to cover both its ears with one couch cushion. I had huddled into the corner, afraid to hear the next sequence of events.
And she was always more reserved than me. But she says that goes away (holy shit) after the first couple of hot doctors have stuck their fingers inside of you without a glance. I can't even fathom having my mother in the same room as my naked self.
No, when my time comes, I'm doing it alone. No mother, no husband, no girlfriends. I've always preferred it that way with physical pain. Someone watching you squirm is dreadful. They'll never be able to empathize enough. And when someone asks me about it, I'll be all "it sucks, and I'm glad it's over", and that's it.
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