So 6 months later, I'm back. I don't think anyone actually reads this blog, and that's totally ok. I use it as my chance to just say what's on my mind.
I met up with a bunch of friends from high school for brunch today. I've known a few of them for 30 years or so now, and some just since high school (21 or so years). I have been very close with them all, but we've gone our separate ways, and are just so different. It was nice to see everyone, but the conversations were not exactly connected, and we all are so , yeah. Finally after 1 1/2 hour, the girl who is pregnant for the first time mentioned again that she'd rather have a scheduled c-section so that her "who-ha doesn't blow out all over the wall." Totally get that, as I'm opposed to shooting any organs out onto the wall, particularly my who-ha. I'm also the least "natural" mom I know - I ended up with a c-section with my first, and chose a c-section with my second. And, *gasp* I DID NOT BREASTFEED - ever. I wanted to enjoy being a mom, not be chained to a hungry bitting baby day in and day out. Anyhow, some of the other girls jumped in with c-sections are bad, think of the baby, going natural isn't bad, and I realized... I'm just so past this. My kids have been independent (as much as a 6 and 8 year old can be) for so long, that the whole childbirth debate is just something I don't care about any more. I excused myself and came home and I don't regret it at all. Even a few years ago, I would have worried that the others would be talking about me and judging my birthing skills or whatever, but now I don't care. They're all great women, but they're not the ones who determine if I'm happy with me today - that's up to me.
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