More of the Same...

We finally moved out of the motel, and into our own place, in Lynwood California. I'd go early in the morning to stay with my grandma, I really enjoyed the time spent with her. As the pregnancy progressed, and my body went through changes, I was inundated with horror stories of labor and delivery. Some women told me how the pain was unbearable, that the screamed in utter agony at EVERY contraction-- I was scared! After which, my grandmother, who gave birth to seven children, told me NOT to listen to these woman, it is not as bad as they make it out to be! Grandma was a short woman, who, had really BIG babies too! So, if she said it wasn't that bad, I beleived her. Doctor visits went well; I always liked that he would ask if I had any questions. Questions? Sure, plenty-- But being very young, and unsure of myself, I wasn't about to ask them. Heck, I didn't even understand the hype of sex, let alone childbirth! I was set for my first ultrasound, boy were they different in the 70's! A little blob could barely be seen, but the doctor assured me it was indeed a baby.