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It’s all about the Pelvis, Baby

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Like old war stories and legendary football game tales, for we women , the births of our children represent something to be proud of-- a battle we’ve fought and won.   Today is my son Jon’s 20 th birthday. As an additional birthday gift, I promised him that this year , I would not remind him, at certain important times of the day, what it was like in my “Labor and Delivery” room 20 years ago. I might have gone a bit overboard last year, when at 8:30 pm, I said, “You’re crowning!” He didn’t like that much, but I enjoy reminding him that I went through Hell to get him into this world. It’s all part of the mother-guilt continuum. In my defense, as the mother of two boys, I still consider it my duty to “out-gross” them now and then . There’s a world-wide, centuries-old, sisterhood for women--where the only joiner fee is to have actual birth experience to share. Each birth is different and special. Each birth has its “Slasher Movie” elements, too. In fact, I think some t