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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Grainne who wrote (14369)	12/30/1997 5:27:00 PM
From: T.R.	Respond to of 108807

Howdy, Howdy...Christine, I don't know how I missed this message...I must've read it and thought I'd respond later...well..it's definately later... 12/20/97 you wrote: <You will get to wear a funny imaginary hat with colored balls of various hues hanging off the little points and everything!!!> T.V. (terrible isn't it...my entire learning curve is based on the boob tube....maybe that's a freudian thing.) BTW...I've already got the colored balls...(old bike accident...I borrowed my sister's bike and she kicked me in the...I think you get the picture. <Were you there when any of your children were born, incidentally? I think that might be almost as hard, feeling a little helpless and quite scared, really, but I haven't really talked to very many men about it. > When our first child was born I believe men were just starting to "fess up" and go through the miracle (or as many women will attest..the ORDEAL!)...that was 22 years ago. I was only 25 at the time, conservative Catholic background and very nervous about such things. I told my child bride I would not be going in...right up until I found myself hypnotically slipping my size 12 shoe through a size 4 paper pant leg (right then I should've known this was a message of what she was about to go through.) The experience was one of the most gratifying moments of my life...to date it still is!!! She had to be "induced" and was about 3 weeks late. She went into hard labor almost immediately and didn't deliver for about 7 hours or so. She's a very strong person and held her composure remarkably well. We had not attended any Lamaz (SP?) classes...I hadn't even heard of it. When the pain would begin to rise I improvised and had her raise her arms above her head, fix her eyes on them and I would tell her to relax and try to breath normal (damn...I could've invented the "LaTr" and been rich...hhhhrrrrummmppphhhh.) In the delivery room she informed me how I would never touch her again and began to accidentally pull both my paper and polyester golf pants down. Later, in the recovery room she started talking about having more children.....hmmmphh...women...can't live with them...can't leave 'em on the curb <heh,heh,heh> On our second child we attended the classes. Ironically our neighbors were expecting at the same time. The husband and I were so bad in class we almost got kicked out...hmmmphh...men...can't live with us... can't kill us <heh> My favorite story of delivery was another friend who went into the delivery room. While holding his wife's hands his paper pants came untied and fell to his ankles...that wouldn't have been so bad but he had removed his regular pants and was wearing bikini briefs (or at least so he says.) I asked him what happened..he said everyone got a good laugh and after the baby was born he pulled his pants back up. Well..I've taken up a lot of space...better go... T.R.