I have noticed lately that pregnancy brings out the most opinions in life. Its like anyone and everyone who has a child feels that there personal experience is fact and proceed to tell you about it. Don't get me wrong there are alot of helpful people whose words mean alot to me.. however there are many who don't mean anything to me. Like for example the lady from my work who basically told me that I had "no business" finding out the sex of our baby... excuse me? I think that it is my business. Yes that's right my being pregnant means that I'm entitled to your opinion. How nice.
(on a side note we have not yet decided on finding out the sex)
The other thing that I enjoy is the labour stories. First of all I can now see how the inexperienced person must feel when women are telling their tales of 50 hour labours. I as a labour and delivery nurse can assure you all out there that there is no such thing. Perhaps it felt that long but certainly was not. I try to have educated conversations with these mothers about the whole birth process but of course because I have not had a birth means I don't know what I'm talking about.... right so lets see 5 years of labour and delivery, an average of 3 shifts per week that's at least 3 deliveries per week so that's 156 per year and about 780 in 5 years... hmm I can see how I must not be at all informed about the process as compared to the mother who has had 2 deliveries.
Anyway I do just nod and smile when I hear the tales of 50 hours of labour in the snow storm and how the epidural went into their spine and almost paralyzed them. I guess everyone needs a battle story, I'm sure I will have my share... I just hope its not 50 hours!
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