Epidural? No thank you!
I'm a wimp. I can't even pull a plaster off without needing a general anaesthetic. But somehow I've convinced myself I'm going to pass up the epidural.
It's all thanks to Paula Sims who runs an Active Birth Yoga Class from her spacious Victorian flat in Moseley.
Every Tuesday lunchtime, a gaggle* of us expectant mums can be found heavy breathing and rotating our hips like Elvis.
"Dance your baby out," cries mum-of-three Paula, an earth goddess with long, red hair.
Class always ends with a little sleep followed by fruit tea, organic biscuits and a good old chinwag.
Whether it proves much cop when pushing out an eight-pound baby remains to be seen.
But the 90-minute lesson is one of the highlights of my week and has me thinking, childbirth: bring it on!
Remind me of this when my screams for class-A drugs can be heard as far as Wednesbury...
* Anyone know the correct name for a group of pregnant women?
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Laura Yates
Brummie mum Laura Yates is a 27 year old mother of two from Kings Heath. She gives her take on family life in the city.
Is it a moan of pregnant women?
Oooh you're a brave man. Stupid, but brave.
a brood?
Practice chanting now - "Epidural, epidural, epidural".
more like a Hoor moan.