it seems like my facebook posts that garner the longest (and, sometimes, most heated) comments are those dealing with my pregnancy. being a relative latecomer to the parenting game, i have quite a few lady friends who’ve already taken the plunge into motherhood; each of them is very intelligent (i tend to avoid stupid people, after all), and each has had a different experience – and, thusly, came out with different opinions and insights about the matter. from how to deal with the not-so-pleasant (or anxiety-inducing) moments of pregnancy to whether or not to use drugs in order to make the birth experience a little easier, i’ve gotten loads of advice from these wonderful women…and i love them for it. yes, i have books and websites at my disposal to get all this information, but the testimonies of real women that i know and trust are far more important to me than any printed word. this is going to be the most terrifying and most incredible experience of my life, but knowing that i’ll be in good company when it’s all over makes it worthwhile (not to mention the fact that we’ll have a beautiful new son…that’s really the best part). ^_^
in other news, my foray back into the world of blogging has, as you can readily tell, not been as successful as my inner optimist had hoped. sure, i can blame the nasty head cold that gripped me last monday night and hasn’t yet released me entirely, or the aching in my lower right back that threatens to take over my entire torso in a violent and painful coup at the slightest provocation. i could say i’ve been so enthralled with the drama surrounding the pending health care legislation that i haven’t been able to fully focus on much of anything else. all of that would be true, but i think the real culprit here is my sad, sad attention span. i’ve always suspected i might have a little attention deficit problem…it’s hard for me to stay focused on anything for terribly long. in the course of writing this so far, i’ve stared out the window for about 5 minutes, popped over and checked facebook (no new activity), played a quick round of solitaire, had a brief (and one-sided) conversation with heffer, watched a couple music videos on youtube, pondered taking a nap, and stared out the window again. oh, and i just spent another 3 or 4 minutes debating what i’m going to wear to work tonight. maybe after the little one makes his appearance and life gets back to some semblance of normalcy (you out there who already heave children, don’t laugh), i can talk to my doctor about the flightiness of my brain. for now, though, i think i might just go take that nap after all. it’s taken me 40 minutes to write this much, and my attention grows ever less focused…
Yes, quite the conversation-starter you’ve got there.
You know I’m leaning towards the no-drugs direction for little Fizzgig, but no way do I feel qualified to poke my nose in with all the bona-fide mamas on FB. 
I will confine myself to a whisper here that what I’ve heard about Pitocin, induction, and the other interventions makes me very nervous, and being the kind of girl who can never use up a bottle of headache pills before they expire, I think I might take my chances with the pain.
But that’s just me, and like they say, things can change, babies can be breech, and if you’re my mom, your inner pelvis can be just enough smaller than the baby’s head that no amount of pushing in the world will make it fit. Good luck with your decision…whatever you decide will be right.