It’s probably a good thing that your body arranges the perfect cascade of hormones to make you virtually amnesiac about the pain of your previous birthing experiences. Intellectually I KNOW that getting the boy and the youngest girl out bloody hurt (I had an epidural with number 1) but I can’t actually recall the quality of that pain. If you ask me about it I say “yeah it was bad, but not too bad.” If you had asked me at the time I might have sworn at you or stabbed you or broke every bone in your hand. Like I said, intellectually I know this. It’s a good thing, I think if you could remember with crystal clarity what that pain was like you’d never willingly go through it again, instead you face future pregnancies with a pragmatic “it was bad, but I got through it and I can do it again” attitude.
The downside is, that four pregnancies later I’m as clueless as first time mother about what constitutes the beginning of labour. I’m googling “signs of labour” and “what does the mucus plug look like,” and wondering to myself “oh, is that a contraction?” along with everyone else.
I’m trying to remember the truth in the statement “you will know when it is a contraction.” It’s one of those totally unmistakable feelings when you finally hits you, it’s just before then you will wonder if any other twinge, ache or even just a plain old fart is the beginning of labour.
So I’m sitting here with a sort of achy belly, wondering if this the start of something (unlikely).
You’d think I’d know by now.