Aaaah, that was the most boring of them all. I am going to indulge in one more whiny post about childbirth class and then be done with it. At least I got to practice my breathing techniques because it was so painful.
We started out with an activity where all us big fat waddley pregnant women had to sit on the floor. The goal was to arrange about 30 index cards with labor-related words on them, like "mild contractions" and "despair" and "pushing" in the order that we thought things would happen. Then we went through and discussed every single card. Then we discussed them all again because there had been two groups. There were no right or wrong answers, although I don't know how you think you're going to have a vaginal exam before you get to the hospital, you ass.
Then we had a discussion about postnatal issues. Dads! If the laundry is not folded, do not be angered! You must cut the woman some slack now because she has that baby to tend to. And your dinner may not be ready when you get home from work. Aaron says he doesn't need dinner, just a pipe. It has been irritating how much all the men in the class act like, what? pregnancy? labor? that all seems like woman-stuff to me. The instructor gave one of the men a doll to hold through the whole class to practice having a newborn, and he passed it off to his wife or anyone else who would take it at every opportunity.
This morning on the traffic report they announced a delay because of a woman giving birth on the side of the road.
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