The following paragraph really sums up the relationship between the two:
Human childbirth is like an Olympic bobsled run. There are two participants with well-defined roles: a mother who does the pushing and a baby who steers the course.
There is a well-marked start and finish, and in between there are banked turns and the real possibility of disaster.
Down at the finish line, there's a throng of cheering supporters, some ready to assist when things get tricky, others simply milling around with cameras and champagne.
There is a well-marked start and finish, and in between there are banked turns and the real possibility of disaster.
Down at the finish line, there's a throng of cheering supporters, some ready to assist when things get tricky, others simply milling around with cameras and champagne.
Childbirth isn't exactly like a bobsled run, of course. There are no helmets or spandex racing suits, for one thing, and it's usually not snowing on the participants.
Childbirth is also a bit slower. A bobsled in mid race regularly reaches 70 miles per hour or more. A baby at its zippiest has a top speed of roughly 0.00000025 mph.
Childbirth is also a bit slower. A bobsled in mid race regularly reaches 70 miles per hour or more. A baby at its zippiest has a top speed of roughly 0.00000025 mph.
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At a minimum, I expect all my hospital visitors to be as spirited and excited as mister belly paint!
We'll be full term at the end of this week and I'm getting the "whenever you're ready, I'm ready" feeling.
I'll try to keep this blog updated with the inevitable "we're heading to the hospital" announcement.
2 comments:
Wait for me! I'll be there Friday to cheer you on!!!
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OK I've never met him but I'm picturing Corey with a flag on his chest like the guy in the pic cheering you on. Sooooooo funny. Love ya, Christina
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