Eric now measures about 13 1/2 inches. His weight — a pound and a half — isn't much more than an average rutabaga, but he's beginning to exchange his long, lean look for some baby fat. His hair is now recognizable in color and texture! He wiggles around a lot now, sometimes I call him Ninja Boy because it feels like he is in there practicing his ninjutsu moves!
More scary movies and ice/water torture in birthing class, but our doula said something that kind stuck with me, she said imagine the worst pain you have ever had and how you dealt with it; now understand that what caused that pain was an outside source or trauma that your body had to heal from. Realize that labor is not an outside trauma, but something a woman's body was made to do, not something that is inflicted upon you and that your body is forced to heal from. I really like this philosophy. :)
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oh gawd, don't tell mom he's a rutabega!
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