I’ve now entered the stage of pregnancy where it’s almost impossible to sleep. And most likely, this will not improve any time in the next few years. Yippee!
Last night we had our 5th birth preparation class. We started out with meditation and y’all know how I feel about that, then we moved on to practicing birthing positions. There are three phases to labor and different positions to get into while having contractions in each of these stages. The most important thing seems to be that you keep your legs spread and try to keep your pelvis loose. Because of the awful bone spurs in my feet, I’m much happier with the sitting positions than the standing ones. If it ends up that Oliver decides to arrive on a day where I will be wishing I was giving birth in a country with air conditioning (which I assume he will be doing), I also can’t see myself using the positions where Rainer is holding me tightly or vice versa. It was quite cool yesterday evening and these positions were already making me uncomfortably warm.
We learned how to breath properly. Basically just deep breaths during contractions until the final stage. In the third stage, if you are not yet fully dilated, you do the hee-hee-hee breathing during the contractions to keep you from pushing. Pushing does not come until the cervix is fully dialated.
After class, our instructor gave us a tour of the birthing room which was surprisingly medical looking. I’d always been told that birthing rooms in Germany were much more bedroom-like, but this is not the case here at Klinik St. Hedwig. It’s more like a non-sterile operating room. This freaked me out a bit, because if they’re going to make it LOOK like an operating room, I want it to be sterile! The women from class were putting their bags up on the counters (after they’d been on the floor) and the instructor, who had just spent two hours sweating on a dirty exercise mat was crawling all over the bed. (Yes, I’ve got a slight case of OCD, actually it’s not that slight – I was an obsessive hand washer in elementary school – but most of the time I can fight the impulses).
We had planned to meet up with Sarah, Cliff and Tammy‘s husband Matthias directly after class, but arrived late because of the tour (Never say things like, “7:15 is no problem, they always let us out on time”). But we finally got to the Arkaden and wolfed down some fast food in time to see Ocean’s 13. It was entertaining and had some pretty funny moments. I’d rank it in between Ocean’s 11 and Ocean’s 12.
Towards the end of the movie, I was feeling pretty poorly however. I started having killer contractions that made me sweaty and dizzy. I even thought for a few minutes that this could be the real thing, but the contractions never got regular (on the ride home and for the time after, they came 10, 15, 21, and 8 minutes apart) and they petered off towards morning (they still kept me up much of the night).
Rainer’s sick today. Seems he’s picked up a cold somewhere. I told him that if he gives it to me and I have to give birth while fighting a cold, then he’s in deep doggie doo.