Posted by William on February 18, 2011
As soon as she left, I felt a slight twinge of pressure (again, much “deader” down there than last time), and told John we’d let her know when she came back in 10-25 minutes later. She came in, checked me, and said, “It’s showtime! Let’s have a baby.” They rigged up the stirrups and we started pushing — again, it was much more on instinct and recall this time, because I could hardly feel a thing. (And I didn’t like that.) I was also thinking that I was either (a) pushing out every blood vessel in my head and/or (b) going to have the worst hemorrhoids in history.