There I sat, cross legged on a yoga mat.

Lights dimmed. Candles lit. Light, relaxing music playing in the background.

I’d been going to prenatal yoga for months now, so the whole “go around the room, say your name and how far along you are” thing was nothing new. But today, the instructor threw something else out there…

In a soft, sing-songy voice she said, “Say your name, how far along you are and share with us what you are most looking forward to during the labor process…”

We started at the other end of the room.

Women began sharing…

“I’m Marsha, I’m 20 weeks this coming Tuesday and I’m most looking forward to the feeling of empowerment that will come from giving my baby life!”

“I’m Nancy, I’m 32 weeks, and I am looking forward to feeling everything during my drug-free laboring process.”

“I’m Susie, I’m 27 weeks with my second child, and I can’t wait to labor & birth my baby in water this time.”

As we snaked our way around the room the answers all pretty much sounded that way…every lady was looking forward to feeling liberated and empowered and insert some other hell-yea I’m a feminist! Fist bumps & solidarity for all adjective here.

Then it got to me…

The girl that always sat in the back.

The girl that never really “ommm-ed” as loud as everyone else.

“I’m Katherine, I’m {insert number of weeks here, because I don’t remember} along and what I’m looking forward to during the labor process is…

::I paused…I let out a little chuckle and gave a side eye::

Well, I’m looking forward to it being over.”

…

…  …  …

You could’ve heard a pin drop.

The look of horror on those ladies’ faces is something I will never forget.

{And yes, I’m kind of proud of myself for that.}