Yeah, so um, never mind about that last post.
Apparently, my asshole uterus got wind that my Hope Meter was on high, and decided to lay a smack down-and at a birthing class (with Aimee, I'm her labor "companion"), no less.
Added to this unwelcome "surprise": seeing how loving all the couples were to each other in the birthing class-knowing Jake and I will never get to share that experience- and then at the end of class, having the instructor inquiring as to when I'm due. Yeah, great.
Thank G-d that was our last class.
Think I'll have a stiff drink and a nice painkiller now.
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Sheesh - that sounds like something out of an IF textbook, Nat. Hope that the "cocktail" helped. XO
Awww bloody damn.
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