My sister and her husband were in town this weekend for a Mariner's game and stopped by to meet Emma and bring Will his birthday gift.
It was good to see them and I passed along two huge tubs of maternity clothes and all of my pregnancy books. She talked more about how she cried when she found out about the pregnancy (and not tears of joy, she was sure to add) and how she was about to tell her husband that she wanted to go back on the Pill and that she wasn't ready for "this." She also made a crack about her husband pushing her down the stairs so she would miscarry.
I managed to bite my tongue. She is clearly afraid of labor and delivery and the raising of a baby, so I am trying to chalk it up to that. She started crying when I mentioned that she would need a catheter if she had an epidural. I didn't tell her that the catheter will be the least of her worries. I just told her that they put the catheter in after they do the epidural and that she won't even feel it. She still cried.
I was proud of myself for staying even keeled, especially after the "push down the stairs" comment.
It's gonna be a long eight months.