Okay, so I was thinking about labor today, and I'm kind of looking forward to it.  Is that crazy?  I just look at it as a big mental and physical challenge, and I guess the part of me that enjoys the challenge of triathlons, etc. is somehow charged by the idea of this challenge.  And the more I think about it, the more I like the idea of a home birth.  The ones we saw on the documentary all had a very serene, relaxed, "ooommhh" feel, but I was thinking today, "what if we had Arrested Development on?"  Laughter is the best medicine??  I might be in no mood for it when the time arrives, but studies show that laughter eases pain, so, maybe it's not the most far-fetched idea in the world?  Oh, you all think I'm crazy don't you?

Anyway, I was thinking about the millions of women who have done it before me, and I'm excited to step up to this life-changing task and join their ranks.  I have a friend who is pregnant and is really anxious and fearful about the birth.  I don't have that fear, and I was trying to figure out why, and I thought, "cancer was scarier than this".  That's it.  That's why.  All that I had to go through with my treatment was way scarier than the thought of giving birth.  The parallels are poetic however: at the end of treatment, I was looking at a new life, one encased in a bald, pale form, and at the end of labor, I will be looking at a new life, one encased in a (possibly) bald, pale form. 

How very providential that the baby is due near my diagnosis day.