Prebirth appointment

Last Friday I went to the hospital for what's called a prebirth appointment. There, I preregistered so I won't have to register when D-day arrives, and then I had an appointment with a nurse to go over my medical history, learn infant CPR, share my birth plan, install the car seat, etc.

The nurse wasn't ready when for me when I arrived, so they sent me to the waiting room. You'll never believe it. There with her family was a woman in labor that very moment. She was awfully young. She and her baby-faced hubby were probably twenty or twenty-one. I think her belly was even smaller than mine! And her legs were so tanned and shaved. I thought there was some kind of rule that by the time you went into labor, you were supposed to be too fat to bend over to shave your legs.