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I'm really not terrified of it at all. I think it sounds thrilling, beautiful, splendid. I'd like to give birth.

Sadly, no, I was not born at home. Rachel was two months premature and born by C-section (cessarian-section) in a hospital in Miami; I was born V-back in a hospital in Sioux City, Iowa (hauled out by forceps clamped around my head, something for which I have never forgiven that bastard doctor); Jimmy was born at home.

Rachel and I have talked sometimes about how people's births affect their lives. I think they've got to affect us. Why doesn't anyone ever talk about this? I want to study it someday. Meanwhile, here's my theory: you know how Rachel's interested in natural healthcare, I'm in interpersonal relationships, and Jimmy loves home and family? Well, look at our births. Rachel's birth was a medical emergency, mine involved a really indescribably disrespectful doctor, and Jim's was pure, relaxed, and at home. Maybe Rachel came into this world thinking, "Damn, someone's got to do something about the medical establishment!" -- I came into the world thinking, "Gosh golly gee whiz, someone should work to get better emotional health and relationships going on between people" -- and Jimmy arrived and thought, "Well, here I am at home with my family. How lovely."

It's just a theory. But it intrigues me.