12/04/2025
Born at 39 weeks and 3 days—the only part of the birth that didn't go according to plan!
After a few weeks of incrementally increasing warm-up contractions, I entered into a 12-hour heightened experience that resulted in a perfect everything and a continuing blissful high.
I planned 41-43 weeks as my expected gestational range, based on normal pregnancies and my willingness to stay pregnant/refusal to engage with anyone who would try to artificially shorten it.
I also planned for a Sagittarius baby, a December baby, and a Full Moon baby. Instead, I got a Scorpio baby, a November baby, a New Moon baby.
However, as far as the birth itself goes—I got exactly what I planned for.
During pregnancy, I cast the spells of my intentions. Over and over, I said "I'm setting my expectations for a three-day labor, but I would really love a 12-hour labor." Over and over: "I could be wrong, but I will probably want to be completely alone for most of it." Over and over: "I'm willing to call for support or go to the hospital if needed, but ideally it'll just be my partner and me."
There's a common sentiment among adherents to the medical industrial birth system that birth plans are trash and birth can't be planned. I stand on the other side of the threshold to die on this hill: you can plan for birth.