If I hadn't fired my doctor, I would be holding my baby right now. Did I mention that? That I fired my doctor? I did.
It amazes me that people have such strong opinions about what someone else wants to do with her body parts (particularly those parts), so I've kept my big mouth shut about my VBAC plans. I'm going to try to do things the old fashioned way, because I know myself. I know that if I didn't try, I would always wonder and probably regret not trying. I don't judge you if you opted for a second c-section. I just knew I couldn't schedule one. I need to wait until he is ready to come.
I spent too much of this pregnancy full of fear, trying to make this decision apart from the stories and statistics. Lately, I'm too big to care what people think. In the end, it's a lot like bringing a baby into the world. You take this leap. You make the best decision you can for your family without really knowing how it's all going to turn out. Maybe you go off of your birth control pill or IUD or whatever. Maybe you find out one day that you're pregnant when you weren't planning to be at all. You say, "we're going to do this," even if you feel like you can't. Even if it means you have to wear ice packs in your underwear afterward. I know it really doesn't matter how my babies come out of me, only that they come out. Still, I have to try, I'll let you know how it goes.
I'll leave comments open this time, but only if you promise to be nice.
*Just yesterday, Hollie Miller, maker of meals and other wonderful things took this picture and many more of my big, round self. I'm going to post some of the shots this week. If you're local and need a photographer, she takes amazing photos and I'll gladly connect you with her.