Also, my breakfast is in my car.
In Universal City.
15 miles from where I am.
I am hungry.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Also, my breakfast is in my car.
In Universal City.
15 miles from where I am.
I am hungry.
You should park closer.
That's sounds almost haiku-ish, Aimee!
"Lament for a Missing Breakfast."
You should park closer.
You just assume she parked far away. Maybe she did park close but her car was carried off by a T-rex....
IT WAS!
A t-rex that had a hard on for 2 mocha frappacinos and a banana nut muffin loaf thingy.
Scientologist on the radio this morning was explaining the precept that according to L. Ron's doctrine things that are said to you during any period of trauma enter your psyche and influence you almost as an unconscious or hypnotic suggestion. The notion, I guess, being that in moments of vulnerability you take in the content of what people say and it affects you later in negative ways.
So that's the basis of the silent birthing approach. The mom is allowed to holler if she wants - though they phrase that as "that choice is up to her" - sort of indicating that it's a mistake that she'll have to work through later.
I think she said something about how noises are fine, but not to be negative, and the people supporting you (doctors, spouses, etc) should be quiet and not barking orders to push and stuff for the reasons you gave.
Well, if anyone had dared barked an order at me, I'd have ripped their heads off so that's a given. They should name it something else besides "silent" birth. They're giving themselves bad press that other Scientologists are having to refute (Thank you, Kelly Preston. But I didn't want to see you on Today this morning, either.)
I just "ow" a lot during my contractions and "Have the epidural guy meet me in L&D." when I checked in. That's not negative, right?
A t-rex that had a hard on for 2 mocha frappacinos and a banana nut muffin loaf thingy.
T-Rexi have gone too soft. All the press has gone to their walnut-sized minds.
Never mind. I'm just going to go wash my eyeballs for a while--and use a little brain bleach.
Walnut-sized brains perform better when caffeinated.