Today my sis and I settled on my couch with a bowl of popcorn for a little entertainment. We were going to watch Ricki Lake’s documentary, The Business of Being Born. So many women were telling me about this film, I had to see it. Ricki says her birth was “an indescribable high.”

“I guess if I’m considering doing this at home, I should see what I’m in for,” I told Tamera. So we pressed Play, and there was Ricki. And I mean ALL of Ricki. OMG!

“Oh, no!” Tamera shrieked, covering her eyes. “Is that her …”

“Yes!” I couldn’t stop staring in disbelief. Why did I want to see this? Ricki was in a bathtub, in her apartment, and it did not look like she was having fun. The pushing, the pain, the blood! We screamed! It was worse than Friday the 13th!

“Okay, I just made up my mind,” I gasped, “I am having this kid in a hospital.”

Tamera nodded. “And I just made up my mind to use birth control!”