Almost 38 weeks, and still Lucy Deux does not have her own name. This is putting it out there for insults and accolades, but 'he' likes Charlotte and I like Juliet. Also Imogen, which was on our list last time (well, my list). Why is this so darn hard? The one thing a single-parent family would have going for them (I did say 'one' not to make light of it) is being able to choose any name they like.
I was talking to a good friend today about her birth experience (sorry to make this blog birth-heavy right now, but it's pretty close now so can I be excused?), and I was so impressed that she went drug free. I assumed she had a high pain threshold and that maybe it wasn't the worst labour in the world. Not so. She told me the pain was so severe it made her sick. I am now ever more in awe of her. I think anyone who does it the way nature intended (if they are able) is fantastic, but to do so without drugs is incredible.
One other thing she mentioned was that her 'birth outfit' almost got ruined. Before having gone through the experience of birth I kinda new it was going to be a clothes-ruiner, so enquired further. Turns out she wore a super Dolce & Gabbana swimsuit, intended for the pool but worn during labour! R, you are such a star xx
And on the topic of pain-relief, a dear reader left this comment on an earlier post of mine.
"...there are no prizes for enduring the most pain in childbirth. And trust me, it won't matter a whit to your kids how they got here."
I'd like her to know that it made me think that if I really feel I need pain-relief then it's not the end of the world. So thankyou!