Superwoman.

You know, I thought I was Superwoman.

Knowing that I had pushed out an 8 lb. 3 oz. baby. Yes, I was drugged but by 8cm that epidural wasn't working anymore.

Knowing that I went so long (I don't know exactly how many hours) without ANY pain medicine when I had Emma. (I couldn't have any pain medicine.)

However after thinking about it, I'm not Superwoman.

I am far from it.

While others call her "Nana", I (her first grandchild) call her Superwoman.

She gave birth, almost thirty years ago, to an 8 lb. 9 oz. baby boy. She had just turned 35. According to her she was "no spring chicken". I am sure some of you are thinking, "So what? I had a 9 pounder." "So what? I had a full grown toddler with teeth." Yeah but Superwoman pushed out a whooping 8 lb. 9 oz. baby boy that was breech... aka ass-first.

How do you do that? She is a conservative bra-burning Superwoman, I tell you. She is really going to LOVE the fact that I have talked about one of her child birth experiences, told her age and told Brandon's age to the whole world on the world wide web. Ha! You are super-freaking-woman, Nana! I'm sure we will talk about this over Sunday lunch, k? Love you!
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On kind of the same note... Michelle Duggar announced that she is pregnant with her 19th child. What the heck is wrong with her? Does she like giving birth? Who in their right mind would do it 19 times? NINETEEN. That is not even normal. I can't even think of 19 "j" names. I would name them J-1, J-2... J-9... J-12... J-19. Good luck to them.