Birthing Woes

Lately I've been pestering the mister about my concerns on my upcoming delivery. Being the pain sissy that I am, I only have three more weeks left to brace myself for this unimaginable agony that I’m about to go through. Don’t get me wrong, I am very much excited to see the little miss -- I can’t wait to I hold her in my arms; it’s just that when the idea of the whole technical process clouds my mind, I begin to have these horrific images of hurt. Too much TV, I know! I’m so glad I was assured by my OB-Gyne that I can get an epidural, and NOBODY could ever stop me from asking for it. I want to be alert and awake when my baby girl comes out. I want to focus on her rather than worry about the uneasiness that I might feel. I’d like that the experience be as comfortable as it could be so I’d have a happy memory of that day.

I guess I just have to cross the bridge when I get there.

So-Called Nesting

So, I’m beginning to experience this whole new phase. Elysse will be staying in our room for the meantime, Vince and I chose to not have a second room for now because I would like to be closer to where my little girl sleeps. We gave her a whole corner! Her crib and cabinet are all set, just waiting for her arrival. It’s funny how I can’t explain the feeling that everytime I go inside our room I have this urge to peek on the furniture and touch them. I’m even finished with putting up wall appliques just for my miss. I'm super meticulous that every inch of space gets cleaned. Well, I guess I’m just really excited.