Hey there, P...how's it goin'?
Listen, lemme start by saying that you've brought me three decades of excellent service--truly above and beyond level, yo. From my being a potty training superstar by 24 months, to an ease with mula bandha control any yogi would be pleased with...you have not once let me down.
But, ahead we have our most harrowing trial yet.
I'm gonna need you to really dig deep and find all your strength and power. Babies run big in my family, and the Buddhism + middle America protestant work ethic of my grandmother + a lifelong fondness for cultural and physical anthropologies are all somehow conspiring to convince me of a drug-free birth experience. So please, for the love of all things holy, please let's keep this an incision-free happening.
Between you, our komrades the extra-wide and flexible hips, and my knowledge of 7 different forms of meditation--y'know, I think we can do this; we can make this happen.
Go team!
<3
--.k.
Note to self: get a small framed picture of an Amish woman plowing...
(33 weeks pregnant...1 month, 18 days 'til D-Day)
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