i'm going to OWN my labor!

Last night, we had our first child birth class at the hospital we're going to be delivering at - Banner Thunderbird. The nurse who taught the class was the cutest old lady ever. She's been teaching since 1955 after she had preterm labor with three babies (at different times) that all died at birth due to malnutrition.

At the first class, we learned about who to call when we think we're going into labor, where the bathrooms are :), information about the 16 couples in the room, the delivery process through a semi-graphic movie, a ton about nutrition (especially about eating protein and Omega-3's) and...that we are the ones delivering our baby, not the doctor. She opened with this, but it didn't really hit me as to what it meant until after we left the class. She told us to own our labor. Then, she explained that we are doing a great thing and are the ones doing the work; the doctors and nurses are just there to help. This really enlightened me making me super excited about child birth, which is a first time I've felt this way since the start of this process.

As I approach 32 weeks, I'm getting more and more excited. I'm trying as hard as I can not to be too anxious or fearful that I can't do it. I know I can do it. I know I'm going to be a great mother. And above all, I know it's going to be hard. I know I'm not going to get much sleep. I know my breasts will probably be sore for the first few weeks of breastfeeding. I know I'm going to make to do lists that never get done. And at first, it may seem like a lot of this is negative, but it's not. It's the most exciting time of my life. I've been waiting 26 years to embark on this journey. I'm truly thankful to have the tools to succeed (and not to mention, the best person on this earth to do it with - Mr. David Robert Thompson).