Would You Rather... was one of my favourite books as a child. It involved all sorts of awful options. Like, would you rather... stay in a haunted house? or run through a field of stinging nettles? Ummm... Of course I was that annoying kid who was always trying to negotiate: "well as long as it was only one night in the haunted house" or "that depends on how big the field of stinging nettles was". Seems I was destined to be a lawyer.
Lately I've been comparing horrible adult tasks to giving birth. My darling sister sent me a coupon deal for a Brazilian bikini wax, suggesting thoughtfully that I might like to surprise the DH. She obviously didn't give much thought to what a bald, post-partum vagina looks like. It would be a surprise alright. Perhaps just not a pleasant one. But I digress. I emailed her back: "I'd rather give birth than get a Brazilian."
And then I was at the dentist this morning, lying there, jaw and lips stretched out of all proportion, having my teeth cleaned and polished, the little grinder making that awful fingernails-down-blackboard noise thinking "I think I'd rather give birth than go through this again." And I wasn't even getting a filling! Or, heaven forbid, a root canal.
And I'm still traumatised by having seven-week-old Milkbaby immunised. I think I'd rather give birth than do that again. Or run through a field of stinging nettles. Or even stay in a haunted house. But those options weren't available, so he's fully vaccinated (See? Sensible, old, wise Mama).
According to Wikipedia, Would You Rather is a party game. I might try it at the next party I go to. That'll be like, never. So consider this a blog party.
What would you rather?