WELCOME TO MY SELF LAB.

My life didn’t change when I met Human Design. It changed when I turned my life into an experimental HD laboratory. That’s when it all began. So welcome to my Self Lab.

I’ve been living, learning and sharing my experience with the unexpected of life. Sharing my trials, mostly my errors and once in a while my discoveries in this worldly embodiment of Human Design.

Today, I bring you an unexpected birth. Literally.

Despite getting pregnant at 38 years old, I had a pretty normal pregnancy with a generalized sense of well-being. There were some peculiar aspects though. The first one was that I had the typical morning sickness only at the end of the day. The other one, I didn’t feel like talking. Speaking required a big effort on my throat.

One September morning, still a month away from the traditional 40 weeks due date, I woke up and felt that I needed to go to the maternity hospital. Reasons for that? None. I was not in pain, no contractions, no fluid leaking. I was actually feeling good but something was off.

When we arrived at the maternity hospital, the nurse asked me what was going on. When she realized that I had no good reason to be there, except for my feeling, she proposed to examine me. I think that at first, she thought I was freaking out. So by examining me, she was hoping to rest our hearts so we could go back home in peace.

She examined me in silence, with an intrigued expression, but in the end, she couldn’t help but ask: “are you sure you’re not in pain?” No, I said. She then ripped her latex gloves off, opened the door and told my husband: “Dad, you can go to room #7, she’s having the baby, and she’s having the baby now.”

Turned out I was in labor, with great dilation.

When my waters broke, the look in the midwife’s face was even more surprised. My waters were dark green. The amniotic fluid had meconium, the baby needed to be born right away in order to be safe.

After that, everything happened in fast forward. I could hear the doctor running through the hallway, to get to the delivery room on time. Some of the medical team was on call so didn’t even make it there.

Suddenly, my husband enters the room. He has always said that he didn’t want to be present for the birth, but when he was asked if he wanted to be there, he jumped off the chair.

The doctor finally entered the room, we pushed a couple of times. (yes, we. We were all pushing in that room) and the baby was born 15 minutes later. There was no need for an incubator. That tiny little girl was somehow ready to be autonomous.

It has been over 6 months since that day. Blissful adaptation is the best mix of words I can find to describe this time. It is a new family penta dynamics after all.

Now, let’s pause for a moment and go back to the beginning.

Human Design has been extremely useful to me through hindsight.

I was already on the 3rd trimester when I read in Ra’s book on Pregnancy, that pregnants with Undefined Throat Centers, suffer a huge pressure on the metabolic system during this time and being quiet is the best advice you can give them for it is both protective and beneficial.

Being so quiet all those months allowed me to go back to my body, and connect to its intelligence deep enough to feel when something was off. Since then, I’ve discovered a new awareness in being silent, which broadened my inner space and widened my senses.

The 1st trimester sunset nausea, ended up aligning me with my PHS food intake regimen for at least 2 months. (Direct light) I could not eat after 6 PM. I am still going through a trial and error phase on this subject. But a primary power was uncovered for me. The power of breathing. I tried everything for nausea. And I found conscious breathing to be the most effective.

Being a pure emotional generator, the channel of mating equipped me for the birthing process. Who knew that I would slide through this process so smoothly at almost 40? Expressing this definition grew a closer, more familiar and loving connection with my own body.

I’ve been watching the death of familiar (and generational) conditioning in me. The feminine repression, emotional containment and essentially motherhood as imprisonment of my life possibilities. It has been a cellular transition as if my living tissue accesses new levels of ease and comfort.

Our daughter is a Manifestor. The first one in the family. Isn’t it divine how she initiated the timing to be born? I just responded to her. And I am so glad that I did. I never got to attend the Preparation for Childbirth Course. I guess it would’ve been useless, since the parenting manual is being completely re-written by our little baby.

Did I know all this then? No, nor did I have to.

My point is, you don’t have to know why things are unfolding the way they are. If you are deciding correctly, you are putting your body and aura at ease. And you will feel it. Despite being unable to make sense out of the entanglement of your interaction with the universe, the signposts are there. All your substructure is aligned. Your environment is nurturing and healing you. And you are seeing what you are supposed to see.

To me, this was not just another premature labor, it was an opportunity to rekindle and honor my feminine, and creative nature. To trust my form and get affirmation.

I am not saying that the whole process had no fears or discomfort. Some moments were a complete mess. But it was the right mess in my geometry, to which I was fully equipped to deal with. Even in dark moments, there was always, always, an underlying comfort, an inner anchor.

I could tell you lots of stories that didn’t end up so well. Being a 3rd line profile on the cross of the unexpected, believe me, I have a pocket full of tragic comedy.

And that is how I have built trust in Strategy and Authority. Trying it out and seeing what happens.

In my own Self Lab, using this science, I found magic. My baby and I danced to the sound of our auras. She pushed her way into this life on her own timing. I responded and enveloped her initiation. A new life began, hardly knowing how to breathe, but already and naturally living her design. And if that’s not magic…

I’m humbled, it is only fair that I pass the testimony on to you:

What does your Self Lab reveal? What’s your trivial magic?