She says she's terrified of needles and is worried mostly about the IV "because in the hospital when you give birth you have to have an IV." Umm...no you don't.
Rosie jumps right into the tour of the house. The only thing they've purchased for the baby is a lamp. The "baby's room" is basically the guest room with a big bed, cords everywhere and an exercise bike.
Mommy IQ test time. Well..."Mummy IQ" test since Rosie is British. Cindi doesn't know why one would swaddle a baby. Cripes...does anyone do any kind of research anymore? She also thinks that when you wipe the baby girl you go from back to front. Yes, that's right. Smear poop into her vagina. Good choice.
Cindi is so terrified of needles and birth that she actually thought she would adopt instead of having a child of her own. I always thought I was terrified of giving birth and I had moments of panic during my pregnancy but it ended up being the most amazing experience of my life.
She doesn't want to breastfeed so Rosie is taking her to a breastfeeding class in order to change her mind. Cindi is mortified by the women breastfeeding right in the room with her. Another woman pumps right there in front of her and then plops her boob right back in her shirt. Like it actually plops. I only wish I had video of it plopping back into her shirt. "PLOP!"
Now Cindi is off to a birthing class. Seeing a doll come out of a knitted uterus and a plastic pelvic bone is still freaking her out. She's starting to feel like she's going to faint.
She is terrified of needles but obviously plans to get an epidural...and that's when she'll need the IV.
Next Cindi is meeting with a doula. The doula is trying to help her learn to relax and Cindi just wants none of it because it feels weird. She really needs to learn how to relax. She's annoying.
Now her doctor has arrived and is going to take blood. Of course every time the doula tells her to breathe in through her nose and breathe out, I'm doing the same thing. Since I'm drinking beer, now I need to pee. Does that even make sense? Why should breathing in and out deeply make me have to pee? My bladder relaxed?
Anyway...moving on. Cindi admits that the breathing helped her during the blood draw.
Suddenly we jump forward to after Cindi has the baby. She's alive despite having to get an IV. Also, she's breastfeeding!
The second client is Nicole who works at the Central Park Zoo. She wants to surprise her husband with something and we know from the previews that it is a topless painting of her while riding on a horse. Awkward! Plus, of all the pregnant women so far on this show she might be the one I would least like to see topless. Not that I want to see any of them topless but you know what I mean.
She also wants the big reveal of the picture to be around her husband and friends. Oh my. I would kill one of my friends if they did that to me.
Nicole is also scared of becoming a mother. Her own mother died when she was 10 so she's never really had a female to look up to or talk to about motherhood. She also fears that she will get sick or something will happen where she'll die and leave her son without a mother. Now I feel bad making fun of her.
Well...no...I still don't want to see her boobies. I know we won't because this isn't Skinemax but again, you know what I mean.
Later on, Nicole is in the hospital and she calls Rosie to come to her. She has pre-eclampsia so she's going to have to deliver early by 5 weeks. I guess her naked pregnant painting is out of the question now. It will be a post-natal photo.
The baby, Griffin, is so cute and small and thankfully he's healthy.
It is time for the paining. LT, Rosie and someone else are heading out onto a farm or something and LT is wearing leather pants and a leather tube top thingy as if he has boobs.
The "someone else" is the painter.
Ummmm...I officially hate Nicole because just weeks after giving birth her stomach is as flat as Cameron Diaz's ass.
AAAHHHH Griffin is so tiny, he looks like the doll that the woman used to push through the knitted uterus and plastic pelvis. But much cuter of course.
Oh and I forgot to say that LT also has one of those shirts that are basically just sleeves? Yeah.
I don't know why anyone would want to be topless on a horse. I mean, my boobs aren't huge but when I go running they hurt a little when they bounce even WITH a supportive bra. Imagine galloping on a horse topless? So she's not galloping, she's posing. But just imagine for the hell of it. Ouch.
Fast forward to the reveal of the painting.
This is the husband:
The painting looks a little bit like a cartoon so her head looks large. The husband ends up loving it because he knows that his wife is a bit critical of herself and now she's embracing who she is. Aww...still a weird painting.
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