It was kind of like preparing for a marathon, although I have never ran a marathon in my life, I could imagine that the comparison is fit. As a marathon is painful, it’s gory (well it looks like it), it’s long and the only way to get through it without passing out on the sideline and going into cardiac arrest, not that you would in labor, is to train for it. So, that’s what I did for my birth; I trained.
I recently attended my friend’s baby shower, the same friend who I wrote ‘A Letter to Expecting Moms, From a New Mom’ for. As a few friends and I were at her house, literally ripping open the presents as she ate chocolate cake on the sofa (totally understandable), I suddenly started to feel a bit under the weather. It was BABY FEVER!