Baby Maker

Yesterday I had my monthly visit with my midwife. It's nice to go in and have a knowledgeable person check you out and make sure your pregnancy is proceeding properly, and at this visit I had a more thorough inspection than usual.

After her inspection, my midwife told me that she felt I could birth a nine-pound baby "easy".

Hmm. Interesting.

That I have "a lot of room in there."

Really?!

And that I seem to be especially well made for birthing babies.

Oh my, that is surprising.

She too seemed surprised. As well as pleased and impressed.

After all, she knows that the Big O was delivered by C-section and that with this baby I am going for a V-BAC.

I am encouraged by her findings. It's nice to know that it's likely this baby will arrive the way most do.

However, I am also amused to find out my structural design appears to be especially ideal for baby production. And not small wimpy babies mind you, oh no, big healthy strapping babies. Babies that have the greatest chance for survival and carrying on the species due to their hugeness.

I had always assumed that Theric's decision to marry me was based solely on the merits of my intellect, the marvelous meshing of our personalities, and that our temperaments are so perfectly suited. But now, well, now I have doubts about this. I suspect his decision to marry me may have been based more on . . . my . . . pelvic merits. And fallopian and uterine.

Sigh. How romantic . . . .

So I guess you can just call me Lady Baby Maker Steed, the Ultimate Perpetuator of the Species.