This post is inspired by a dream I had last night. I guess my brain is understandably enough focused on all things baby. I don’t know for an absolute fact that these would be the worst places, but if you read on you’ll see that it’s highly unlikely you’d want to go into labor in any of these places 😉
I dreamt that I was on the Subway in a beautiful long flowing purple gown and matching running shoes and tiara. The running shoes makes sense, I have been wearing sensible shoes lately to keep my tall frame and protruding belly from toppling over as well as to help me keep up with Monkey #1, but the dress and tiara don’t really make sense. I am standing gripping the pole in the middle of a subway train in one hand, and Monkey #1 is holding my other hand. Suddenly my waters break, I look around but no one will make eye contact and I’m trying to stay cool. I woke up in a cold sweat so I don’t know what happens next, but ever since it has had me wondering about what happens if I do go into labor in a strange place?
I was doing some reading on hypnobirthing and I found this article about circadian rhythms and the likelihood of going into birth in the middle of the night (which is higher than say going into labor later in the day). It’s an interesting read all about how we are more likely to go into natural labor when our bodies feel safe and rested (hence nighttime).
Even though my thoughts are so far fetched, still thought it would be funny to share the inner workings of my hormonal sleep deprived brain with you.
Besides the Subway, I think it would suck to go into labor in these places:
In line at CVS. Every time I go to CVS I swear the clerks actually try to hide from me so they don’t have to help me out. There are always tons of clerks milling around at the checkout talking to each other but never one to be found in the aisles. I’m sure one ran from me the other day after I made eye contact with him.
Central Park. New Yorkers are notorious for not making contact, unlike my other misconceptions of New York, I do believe this one to be true. But runners are of an even stauncher breed. They will run and run and run right through you without the slightest backwards glance. Their are so many rules about where you are allowed to walk, bike, run, push a stroller and even sit in Central Park that if you find yourself (wrongly) in the path of a runner you are likely to be bowled over. I don’t think even a woman going into labor would shake a Central Park jogger out of his or her zone – those exercise induced endorphins are a powerful drug.
Crossing the street at a busy intersection. If I had to describe drivers in Manhattan in one word, that word would be “impatient”. Honking at the car in front 2 seconds after the light turns green, cutting off unsuspecting mothers walking with their kids (this rarely happens, did happen to me at least once and it was very dangerous). I suspect a driver wouldn’t even notice and would just honk to get me out of the way and continue on their speedy way.
If you are or have ever been pregnant did you ever have crazy dreams? Did you actually go into labor in an “odd” place? I’d love to hear about it.
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