Blood, Sweat and tears

Yeterday was a very trying day for both the Sukster and I. Her mucous plug came out. A good thing albeit a bit grody. This means the little guy is nearing his debut. This also kicked our asses into high gear with preparation. Scrubbed, cleaned and set up. Got supplies ready for the home birth and wrestled with our past demons.

I was lovingly told to go fuck myself. So that went well.

I don't deal with criticism well. She has little faith in realizing I'm there and won't abandone her.

We talked til the wee hours of midnight, I listened to my birthing CD (sucked), and passed out without the prescribed session of noogie. I was dead to the world.

It happened again this morning. I couldn't wake up and found myself trying to console and reassure my partner that I was not rejecting her.

Hormones be damned! We are both ready for the next phase of life. One with a complete family and plenty of activity for all of us.

I think we managed to practice what our Doula suggested to egg on the birthing process. Now we play the waiting game. I'm excited to accept a phone call at whatever time that I need to come home.

I love this woman.