So here I sit at 23 weeks pregnant, and after I've obsessed over fun stuff like what baby gear to pick out, and what I'll do with the nursery, now my brain is getting down to the nitty gritty. In about 4 months, I'm going to have a baby. It's inevitable. She's got two ways to exit, and that's it.... Shiz is getting REAL up in here!

Our house is two-story. All the bedrooms are upstairs. I have no idea if I'll have a vaginal birth or a C-section, but either way, is it really going to suck if I need to go upstairs a lot after delivery?

I'm worried I'm going to be banished to the upstairs only. And stand at the top and shout down to someone to bring me meals and various items. Oh Mah Gah!

Did your stairs make you hate life? Did you have a C-section or a Vag birth?

P.S. Sometimes, the stairs already make me hate life - I get out of breath! So I wonder if I'm all stitched up in various regions of my body if our relationship is going to continue to go down the drain...