I know, eh? You'd think parents would enjoy the magic sight of a baby that stops crying. I know I do.

Hey, sorry to have been so long in replying... I was traveling. What happened with me was that I laboured the first day at home, went to the hospital (with doula and hubby) at the end of that day when the contractions were close enough together, I wasn't actually dilating and my contractions sort of stopped once I was…

I know, eh? I wouldn't have expected to use that expression until my son came along... but so often, he looks like an old man, but a little one. What am I supposed to call him?

I call my little man "little man" in three different languages. I didn't know it was a source of disgust to others. I don't throw shit on the street when I do so.

It can be wonderful — really is for some people. It can also be horrible and traumatic, even when nothing goes "wrong." And then, sometimes things go wrong. It makes you pretty aware of the fact that two centuries ago, or less, you really were taking your life into your hands by having a baby.

Labour can also suck. (Mine did! No drugs! For the first three days! On the fourth day I took the drugs!)