I think that ‘bacterial vaginosis’ is a misnomer. When I hear that, I just imagine this poor little bacteria being overwhelmed by a bunch of vaginas when it is actually the other way around. Sometimes I think it should be called ‘vaginal bacteriosis,’ but I think it is too late for that now…
Children today are tyrants. They contradict their parents, gobble their food, and tyrannize their teachers.
Some women just know when they are going into labour. But I didn’t. I was feeling these cramps and I thought to myself: ‘This is too early. There is no way I’m in labour. I’m only 36 weeks!’
I decided I was going to lie down and try to rest. ‘Maybe it was something I ate.’ Nope. It just kept coming. My husband asked if I wanted to go to the hospital, and I said no. I was still in denial, so I decided to take a shower.
In retrospect, it is so obvious I was in labour. I was just moaning and groaning at the top of my lungs in the shower with the window open. I can only imagine what the construction workers who were working next door were thinking at the time. They saw me before. They knew I was pregnant. And here I was sounding like I was getting it on? No way. And I was groaning and moaning for two hours. Two hours! Non-stop?! Definitely not possible!