I had natural childbirth FOUR TIMES.
Yes, by choice.
Yes, IT HURT (in its own category of pain).
No, my labors weren't necessarily fast.
Yes, I was in the hospital where needle-happy medical-types were at my service.
And as I reflected on these seemingly two contrasting choices in my life - working out and hating it, and giving birth naturally and loving it - it started to mold my opinion of the former and help me approach it from a different angle.
When I'm running on my treadmill, the screen on the treadmill breaks the program up into segments of about 60 to 90 seconds long. Usually, something changes after each segment, whether the speed or incline (incline kicks my B-U-T-T).
Don't contractions last somewhere in that ballpark of time? (Amanda and Carrie, don't answer that, I know that high levels of anesthesia interfere with your concept of time.)
I now just see each segment on my treadmill as a contraction. I focus only on the one I'm on NOW and not the many more until I'm completely done. Because let me tell you, when I'm 12 minutes into a 40 minute run, I'm ready to jump ship and head straight for the Oreos and remote control.
Or maybe get pregnant again, just so I have an excuse not to run anymore. (just kidding honey!)
The only difference is that after giving birth, I have a sweet new baby in my arms.
Even at this rate, I won't see my sweet new butt for months!