Delivery (and the things that go with it): No, we're not talking about when somebody brings food to your house. This is the other kind of delivery. Friday night, after all of our friends had come over to hang out, our second son decided to show up two days early. So, I spent Friday night/Saturday morning at Kennestone Hospital. The Pook showed that her previous performance as an Olympic Class baby birther was not a fluke and gave a repeat performance of equal (if not better) caliber. Just like last time, I had ringside seats. And having watched this twice, I can honestly say that I have no idea how we have survived as a race. Pook wisely opted for the "Every drug you can give me" plan, so I can't really comment on observable pain levels. But the pain she had before all of the pharmaceuticals kicked in leaves me with no doubt that there is only one word to describe the people who do it without drugs: "stupid". I know, people say that they want to experience it the "natural way" or some such hogwash. Well the next time you go in to the dentist to get a filling, why not get that done the "natural way" as well?* Yeah, I thought not. Plenty of people in the past have commented on the actual birth. Words like watermelon and nostril usually get used. So, I'll not go into that, other than to say, "Forget about it." That some people do this multiple times means they are either mentally challenged or superhuman.** Then there is the stuff that follows the baby. Literally. Ewww. And to think, some people choose to deliver at home! I don't think that they make Hefty bags for that, but good luck.
The Delivery Process: C-
The People Who Deliver: A+
* - Disclaimer, I stole this from the Pook.
** - My mom and sister both had four kids. Woofah!