Okay - this is one reality show I am not going to watch. After enduring 6 pregnancies (with all the requisite morning sickness, varicose veins, crabbiness, and inability to breathe throughout the 3rd trimester that are trademarks of my gestations), I'm not interested in finding out how some women do not realize they are carrying a baby until it is time to deliver said creature. Get this - one of the women goes to the ER with what she thinks is appendicitis; and the ER doctor discovers a baby which is crowning.
You know, I never mixed up that crowning sensation with appendicitis pains. That would be akin to mistaking an unanaesthetized limb amputation for a toothache.
(Come to think of it, why was the ER doctor looking between her legs if she were screaming about appendicitis, anyway? That's sort of weird, right there.)
Where was I? Oh, yes - every time I am 9 months pregnant, there are stories in the local paper about a pregnant woman who thinks she needs to poop and ends up practically birthing her baby in the toilet. Or about a pregnant woman who cannot manage to suffer long enough to avoid giving birth in the car. I read these articles and I start hoping that, yes, that woman will be me. This will be the time I get away with a labor that is painfree. This time, I won't be spending an hour in a Jacuzzi at the birth center and begging my husband to KILL ME NOW. I won't have to wonder, after the baby is born, if that euphoric feeling I'm experiencing is really a rush of love for my newborn or simply overwhelming relief that the pain has finally stopped.
Anywhoo, I try not to begrudge these women their luck. But that doesn't mean I have to watch them show off their painfree births. Next thing you know, there will be a show featuring newly-nursing mothers who don't look as if they are sporting 2 regulation-size footballs where their boobs should be. And I'm not watching that one, either.