Fearing the Inevitable...

It seems like every day someone asks me if I am afraid to give birth. Part of me wants to give these people a look that says "you are the dumbest person ever of course I'm scared" and part of me wants to say something sarcastic like "No, I am thrilled to push this gigantic baby out!", instead, I laugh a little nervously and say something like "I'm sure it will be fine" or "well I guess that is what they make epidurals for". But here's the truth, at the moment I'm not that scared, I thought I would be shaking in my boots or flip flops since let's face it boots are out in June. In this one and only instance I am not that scared or worried. I figure that ship has sailed, if I didn't want to give birth that is something I should have considered months ago. At this point I have no choice, whether I am ready or not this kid is going to come. And in all reality, the thought of staying pregnant for another 9 months is significantly more frightening to me. I have read the books, will take the class next week, and know what I need to to understand the process. Right now worrying is just going to lead to more sleepless nights, something I don't think I can deal with. I am positive that once the contractions start I am going to be panicked, but at that point there is really no turning back, right? Don't worry this kid has no plans to come out any time...soon, but the time he gets ready or the induction date looms near I'm sure I will be properly scared of the process.