A Pregnant, Jogging Lady
Now, in my bedroom, with nothing but my favorite blue tank top on, I no longer cared about wearing underwear. I was getting pretty un-together. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My breathing was loud and I was making a shhh sound with my breathing. I was on my hands and knees, leaning on Dan. I had a blue striped towel over my back and bottom and I stared at the rug with my head on Dan‘s left shoulder. No way to describe the pain. Dan said aloud. “they’re really getting stronger now” and I heard Susie say “So is she.” That was powerful. I could barely breathe. It must’ve been obvious I was having in hard, because Barbie held a birth card up in front of my face that said. “Climb This Mountain”. That I could read. I decided I couldn’t give up. I must climb it. I felt the baby move down again and quietly did some light pushes through the next few contractions. Then I knew it was finally time for Barbie to check my dialation which hadn’t even been done yet. I didn’t want to know the whole time and just wanted to ride the contractions and nor be attached to phases of labor or how many centimeters, transition. Not helpful.