My wife is currently watching a video on YouTube of a woman in labor. She's in an inflatable kiddie pool.
It's obviously a water birth, but a kiddie pool?
I was thoroughly freaked out by what at first sounded like porn and then suddenly turned into this scream fest. It was like a movie written by horror writer extraordinaire Jeff Dixon.
(Shameless plug. You're welcome, Jeff.)
As I sat terrified in the corner, my wife calmly said, "Seriously, a blow up pool? C'mon."
She then turned to me and added, "You are not allowed, under any circumstances, to bring a video camera into the room."
I measured the appropriate comic beat before responding, "What about a kiddie pool?"
For more from her perspective, go to "The Actor's Wife" and read her posts. It's a nice counter to mine. You can also link there from here. Up at the top is THE ACTOR'S WIFE; my favorite blog. Click it. It's her.
Do it right after you get out of your kiddie pool.
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