birth class, day 3

Kevin is doubting what his role in labor might be, just as I'm turning the corner on my labor fears.

during class:
Birth Class Instructor: A woman doesn't change her spots in labor. If she's the type to turn inward and not ask for help, then that's what she'll do during labor.
Kevin (aside, to me): Then why am I even here?

later, on the drive home:
Amy: I'm sure you'll have lots of stuff to do during labor. Remind me to go to the bathroom, give me Popsicles, remind me to breathe and not clench my jaw. That's a lot of stuff to do.
Kevin: Yeah, but it's like you're Michael Jordan and I'm Steve Kerr. No, that's not a good analogy. Steve Kerr actually made some game-winning shots.
Amy: I'm not Michael Jordan. I'm more like Kobe Bryant.
Kevin: I was trying to think of someone more selfish than Michael Jordan and Kobe just popped into my head.

So it's not that I'm unwilling to accept help during labor, but both Kevin and I doubt my capacity to request help - just the way Kobe would be willing to receive a pass, but not hand out the assists.

I keep reminding Kevin that his job is to make sure that I'm well stocked with Popsicles. I'm actually ridiculously excited for the sheer numbers of Popsicles I suspect I'll down during my 36 hours of labor.

Also, Kevin's probably reached his limit for birth videos. Today we watched three births, and at the start of the second birth he moaned, "I don't want to see this woman's vagina." Poor guy.