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Friday, September 16, 2005

How to make me cranky...

Get a Braxton Hicks. Go to hospital. Be of the front page of the paper "rushed" to hospital with preterm labour. PULEESE. It's like those people who's baby arrives at 37 weeks and say its premature. No, 37 weeks is full term. Or those people who say they were in labour for 40 hours. No, that is preterm labour and then, those 12, 10 or how ever many hours when you can't talk through the contractions, when they make you spew, when your body is wracked by real pain - that is labour. Stop the martyrdom RIGHT THERE. Sure you might be a princess, but a Braxton Hicks is a Braxton Hicks. "Hello Spade, my name is Spade."

3 Comments:

Blogger Bec of the Ladies Lounge said...

My take on this is that she stayed in hospital so long because she once she found out all she was having was BH she was too humiliated to come out. Don't blame her really...

9/16/2005 08:34:00 pm  
Blogger Suburban Turmoil said...

Wha? But I tell EVERYONE I had three days of labor. Why add on the boring preterm bit?

9/16/2005 10:40:00 pm  
Blogger Bec of the Ladies Lounge said...

And who's getting the bad BH now, hmmm??
And who, only days ago, was referring to them euphemistically as 'tightenings'??
Good thing we all agree 37 weeks is term, by the sound of things...

9/17/2005 11:07:00 pm  

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