"Crowning", doesn't that word send fear deep into your soul?!?
by this time tomorrow, knock on wood, i should have a baby truman here in the world beyond my fabulous uterus.
conrad wasn't so. he took all day and half the night, including but not limited to, practically three hours of pushing before making his grand and beautiful entrance. but i'm an optimist. an eternal and often painfully disappointed optimist.
this might be my last time to blog for awhile. i wish i could labor blog but i have no lap top so the blogs where one might read, "HELPPPPP!!!!" and, "SEX ISN"T WORTH THIS!!!!!" will not occur.
well, here i go.