The now-nightly ritual of 3-4 hours of intense, leg-buckling, face-heating, time-able contractions that will be gone by morning and therefore mean absolutely nothing. It seems I'm stuck between pre-labor and labor. Awfully frustrating. I am evidently a "slow starter".
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I was thinking last night that my grandmother had a hard time delivering my mom for the same reason I had a hard time with Josh--big heads. They had to use forceps for my mom. For Josh, he was in place and I pushed and pushed and pushed. Finally the doctor did an episiotomy and he was born. Why he waited so long to do that, I don't know. Dumb doctor!
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