One of the many, overflowing gifts that birth has given me is a sense of my own autonomy.
Navigating my options in preparation for my first birth, I prioritized everyone’s opinions and desires over my own. That didn’t play out very well.
I experienced a birth trauma that carried over into an inability to conceive and carry a second child.
I looked everywhere for answers and I found none, until I was encouraged to look within.
These days it is waaay too easy to knock my fierce warrior self to her knees.
So if you are feeling like… “PLEASURE?!?! What’s the point of PLEASURE in the midst of all that is going on….?!” I get it. I get it.
Even on the best of days it can feel like a stretch to reach for pleasure.
And in the birthing room??? Seriously?!? Amidst all the intensity.. who can think about PLEASURE?!?!
One of my favorite (and most effective tools) is literally the LAST thing I feel like doing, especially in moments of intensity: DANCE