8th graders totally rule

I owe the fabulous 8th graders in my life an apology. I compared the birthing video Andrew and I watched last weekend to one that would possibly be viewed in a middle school health class. This comparison was not meant to be a slam on 8th graders. I just assumed that since I'm actually pregnant (and Olivia, you'd better not get pregnant for at least 15 years!!!) that the hospital would have provided a more realistic—and perhaps visually accurate—depiction of the whole birthing experience. I mean, I'm going to push a baby out of my *bleep* in a few weeks, so I just assumed they weren’t going to sugar coat it. There were no private parts shown, there was no blood, the lady in the video was almost fully clothed and had her hair and makeup done the entire time. Not to mention that the film only lasted for about 15 minutes! In reality, I’m picturing more like 12-18 hours of sweating and grunting and agony, much nakedness, bodily fluids flying everywhere, and some exorcist-like moments thrown in the mix. *deep breath*

Anyway. Just for the record...I think 8th graders are great. Much cooler than I am, that's for sure. And probably a lot smarter too. (I admit, I didn't know all the answers on that "Are you smarter than a 5th grader?" show. So, forget about 8th grade!) If anything, most of the 8th graders I know (all two of them) are much more mature than many adults and teachers give them credit for. Most of them could probably handle a more graphic film in health class…and they’d probably handle it a lot more gracefully than I would.