Note to self: Labor is going to hurt!

Yesterday Melinda had a 9'7, 23 inch baby boy named Luke. He's so cute. And from watching the labor I freaked myself out a little because I know I can't escape what's coming. I know what you're thinking, 'Well duh Liana.' We went to our first Bradley class yesterday too and when the woman asked us to get on all fours and do 'pelvic rocking' I almost quit. There's just somethings I don't think should be done in a group setting. Josiah finally felt this little mystery move around last week, though it still seems to shy away from people feeling it move. Then on the flip side it LOVES to kick me, just thinks it's the funnest thing there is to do. Yesterday and today the favorite move is a simultaneous jab at my rib and 'lower region'. Perhaps it's/he/she's claustraphobic and wants out because it certainly feels like it's trying to get out. We had an appointment this past Friday and nothing much happened. We declined an ultrasound at first since we don't want to know the sex and there really wasn't a reason for it. The doctor used a baby monitor to pick up the heartbeat but she couldn't find it even though you could hear swooshing from the acrobat within. This child likes to play games I tell you. So then she used the ultrasound just so she could find the heart and we left. So no great big change in anything besides Melinda having her baby.