I am getting excited to meet the baby but I am super nervous and scared as well. I know I have been through it before and I probably shouldn't be this freaked out but, labor is probably the most terrifying event in the world to me. Hubby made me pack my hospital bag or else I would never have done it myself. I guess subconciously I feel that if I pack one, it means that I am accepting the fact that labor is impending (which it is anyways - but I can't resign myself to that fact). So there is a change of clothes sitting in a bag on top of our dresser. That's all that I put into it. I was pitching such a mopey, whiney fit about putting things into the bag that he basically said, "well, just put something in there, and we'll call it a day". Heh, I know I am a pain in the butt sometimes. I just can't stop thinking about the horrors of labor. I have nightmares about it - literally. I wake up in sweats over it. I wish I could just go under and when I wake up I would be holding the baby - none of the pain, humiliation, strangers poking my bits, anything that could possibly be excreted from my body doing so... ooooh >.
What keeps running through my head: 'Dang it Eve! I didn't eat the stupid apple - you did!'