twenty-five-week-belly.

I'm starting to feel like I'm all belly.
And it's only gonna get bigger.

I've been reading this book on childbirth the past few days.

Ina May Gaskin is like, the midwife. She has attended the birth of nearly 3,000 babies

and even has a maneuver named after her.

She's definitely a major hippy, along with her husband and fellow midwives, she's lived in a

co-op village called "the Farm" in Tennessee since the 70's.

But hey, who says you can't learn some things from the hippies?

The material in this book may be too much for the stomach of some,

 but I'm honestly finding it really helpful.

I remember being 8 years old and watching a movie with my parents, 

in this movie a woman must have given birth

and was portraying excruciating pain, 

I was so frightened that I couldn't sleep that night and ended up running to my mother in

the middle of the night balling saying I could never have kids.

I'm not saying it's going to be easy, but this book has already helped ease some fears

and actually helped me to look forward to this baby boy's birth.

Jonny's got a book too! He hasn't started reading it yet but it's all about coaching child birth.

I have a feeling he's gonna get a real kick out of it, 

and hopefully a few pointers too.

The first half of Ina May's book is all birth stories. 

And I'm now finding myself daydreaming about bringing our little guy home! 

March seems so far away,

but in reality I know it will be here before we know it!

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