While enjoying breakfast this morning, my love and I briefly discuss the impending birth of our baby. With only 35 days to go - this shit is getting real, real fast.
I like to keep him informed about how I'm preparing myself mentally and physically and afford him the opportunity to ask questions and feel like he's in the game as opposed to on the bench. He always listens attentively and imparts his dose of wisdom, support and encouragement accordingly. What can I tell you - I've got me a good egg.
Now my lover-love is likes to make up his own lyrics to songs and muddles up sayings (that crazy cat!) and I often find myself giggling wildly before kindly sharing the actual words or lyrics to which he usually smiles and says "I like the way I sing/say it better". Fair enough.
Thing is today's little pearler of muddled up madness was a beauty and left me thinking about it long after we'd left the breakfast table.
After listening to my comments about the birth process and my reminder that I'm keen to do this with as little medical intervention as possible, do my utmost to stay active during the birth, go easy on any drugs and deliver the baby from my Yoni (or rather - my "Jay-Jay", my "Pooni" or for fans of Role Models - my "Whispering Eye"), he comes out with this.
HIM: "Well, I hear what you're saying about medical intervention and I respect that however it's good to know it's available to us if we need it (and here comes the pearler), but honey you need to remember that childbirth is climbing Mt Everest - it's very risqué."
ME: "Oh, my! (Big grin) Who knew climbing the Earth's highest mountain could be so raunchy! Do you mean risky?"
HIM: "Oh yeah, risky. But it's ok because we're going to get through it just fine."
I told you, good egg. Wacky, AND good.
Thing is, long after it was over I found myself thinking more about our conversation. Yes, childbirth is a risky business (cue music here and think Tom Cruise in his whities and Ray Bans sliding across those wooden floorboards - sorry, couldn't resist) but we're fortunate to have plenty of support should it be required.
Equally childbirth can be risqué business in that it's described by many as to it's very definition in being daringly close to indelicacy or impropriety and containing material that includes nudity, near nudity and if you've ever stumbled across the documentary "Orgasmic Birth" (get over to You Tube and check out the trailer if you're curious - yah, I know you're curious), sensual and sexual acts.
So it seems my wacky egg had a point after all. I figure he's absolutely right in that there's more than one way to skin a cat depending on your willingness to look at things from a different perspective and although he'd be inclined to say something about the hair on the cat sticking to our mat, between you and me - that's just the way I like it.
Loving you, loving me...TLT x