Yes, I can say that I am an expert on birthing babies just for the simple fact that I have pushed four kids out and lived to tell about it. But, honestly, I’m not one for the big-mirror-so-I-can-see-the-birth thing. I was the sort of kid that didn’t cry when I got hurt UNTIL I saw the wound, so watching all the stretching and goo of birth would have surely made it hurt worse.
But I’m left feeling a tad bit curious.
Enter super, amazing, gracious, REALLY pregnant friend who has invited me to the birth of her second child ANY DAY NOW!
If I can get past the fact that I’m seeing a friend where I never thought I would see her, then I can honestly say that I am so excited to witness the miracle of birth from the other end.
So I was telling my 7 year old that I was invited to see Sharnessa’s baby be born. And this was his honest question…
“So will you be the baby’s great-great-grandmother?”
Do you hear that squeeky hiss? It’s the sound of my ego deflating.