I had my weekly appointment today, and the doctor I saw told me I'm over 2cm dilated and asked me if I want him to strip my membranes. He told me that 60% of women go into labor within a couple of days of having their membranes stripped, so I'm like sure, why not. Our post-membrane stripping conversation follows:
Doctor: "You did a great job, most women are screaming at the end of that."
Me: "Well, it wasn't particularly comfortable, but I wouldn't call it painful. Ha ha, I was joking with my husband the other day that maybe I lack nerve endings in my uterus or something because I've never had menstrual cramps and I didn't experience any pain when I had my miscarriage last year."
Doctor: "Well actually, there's a very strong relationship between how bad a woman's menstrual cramps are and how painful her labor is. It's in my book!"
Me: "I guess I missed that paragraph."
Keep your greasy little e-fingers crossed for me, internets! I might go into labor soon. And I might be able to power through without pain meds. And you know what that means -- I get the tattoo!
Doctor: "You did a great job, most women are screaming at the end of that."
Me: "Well, it wasn't particularly comfortable, but I wouldn't call it painful. Ha ha, I was joking with my husband the other day that maybe I lack nerve endings in my uterus or something because I've never had menstrual cramps and I didn't experience any pain when I had my miscarriage last year."
Doctor: "Well actually, there's a very strong relationship between how bad a woman's menstrual cramps are and how painful her labor is. It's in my book!"
Me: "I guess I missed that paragraph."
Keep your greasy little e-fingers crossed for me, internets! I might go into labor soon. And I might be able to power through without pain meds. And you know what that means -- I get the tattoo!
That is like, the best news a 9 month pregnant woman can hear! No pain, AND a tatoo....score!
Posted by: Kirsten W. | Tuesday, October 11, 2005 at 06:52 PM
I suggest you go root around in your garden, make your own sausage or wait in line for four hours for a pair of real, live American Blue Jeans to get those Polish birthing genes going.
Posted by: Diana | Tuesday, October 11, 2005 at 11:09 PM