Ok, so I just narrowly missed being forced to listen to one of those horror birth stories...you know...the part about birth that the "books don't tell you about." I was, however stuck staring at an infant for an hour or so while women passed him around, all in awe of him whining and yes, barfing.
I am just so upset right now! Who knew that because I am a woman, I will be forced to spend my adult life drowning in stories of conception, pregnancy, and birth. It's like the second the men leave, the women group together to hear what the birth was really like. Can men not handle the gory details? Once people become parents and gather in groups....the men and women always divide! I know I've complained about this before, I'm sorry...I'm just done with it. I mean, women in Africa squat down, give birth, and go back to work. But here, it's the biggest ordeal ever....requiring gifts and showers and endless attention.
I just feel like this phase of my life has been so unpleasant and I don't see an end in sight. Babies are everywhere. Friends sharing pictures of their "baby bump". And then there's me. Listening to their stories and staring at their children with a fake smile plastered on my face. I can't even carry on a normal phone conversation...there's always children in the background, yelling, crying, getting into messes.
Sooo...that's why i am sitting here, feeling sorry for myself =-)
Don't.
