After a rough time Friday and Saturday (going out in a crowd of people was overstimulating and exhausting) and a day of house projects and a quiet restaurant Sunday, I am feeling more like myself again. Earlier in the weekend I likened the difficult phase to that of a pregnant cat starting to look for her dark shoebox in the corner of the basement.
In the classes we've taken, we've been told that one of the things we humans do to make labor more difficult is overthink things. Women tend to do better when they are able to be more primal, less left-brained. I feel like I got a taste of that when I was having these emotional ups and downs and irrational anxieties. In labor, I will have to trust husband and doula a lot in order to get past my analytical side.
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