Yes. I'm nearly 4 years down the line after giving birth, and I still quite can't get my head around the fact that I did that
I spent months before DS's birth agonising over the fact that I wouldn't be able to deal or cope with it, as I'm a huge wuss who can't deal with a freaking injection/blood test. So the idea of pain and blood...Well, If DP ever sorts himself out to post on here (he has a user name but won't post just yet)...he'll tell you just how utterly petrified I was...
..up until about a month before DS was born. Then I just wanted to see him and know he was 'real' iyswim.
I went into labour 10 days late, on the day that I was due to be induced. And do you know what? It felt like I knew what I was doing, and I was just follwoing what my body needed to do. I was so happy (? Don't know quite how else to put it) that I was actually in labour, and it was an ends to a means, it was ok.
Yeas it fucking hurt but I knew I was going somwhere with each contraction. And also, when labour was a bit more established, I kinda went 'into myself' (pardon the lentilness of that). I mention it because nothing else matters, and you and your bpdy are working to get your baby delivered...An amazing feeling! (when you look back on it )
And then your baby is here...
And then 3.11 yrs later you'll be sitting there tying something to someone on MN and thinking...oh crap. I forgot to send the form about next years school uniform back...