Sat-Sun: National Children's Trust prego class. There was definitely some helpful information communicated, but I try and make a habit of never hanging out in groups with more women than men OR any group with more than 4 ladies... unless it they are Bin, Hannah, Bhav and Mom(s) and even then I hesitate. I know what you all are thinking. What a caveman, chauvinist, etc but let me attempt to communicate to you what happens when you don't follow this rule.
During the course, we were put in random groups and had to respond to hypothetical situations. Easy enough... not so much. Here's my favorite "situation:"
It's been 12 weeks and Jack is wondering when he and Sally are going to resume sexual relations.
Lady in my group: "Never! He'd be lucky if he can sleep in the same bed as me." This was immediately applauded by another woman in my group with the same vigor as a passionate "Amen!" in church. Needless to say I had very little constructive input during this course.
Lets not forget the helpful mother-to-be that took it upon herself to essentially teach to class. I wanted to politely tell her that if she was interested in teaching a class she could quietly get up, walk into the coat closet, close the door behind her and resume her lecture; but I spent a significant amount of money on the course to hear the professional speak, not the mother-to-be.
Monday: Hospital tour. Bin has in great detail described the differences between the two so I will quickly touch on it. Basically think of the birthing center as a Four Seasons and the labor ward as a Best Western. They say the spartan labor ward has to do with the physicians need for a sterile and well lit environment. I respectfully call bullshit on that one, but I'm not the doc.
Weds: Breast feeding class in the morning. Very informative and helpful lady. Also a massive hippy pothead who believes breast milk is the fountain of youth. I'm surprised that she didn't say "and if you have a cut, just put a couple drops of breast milk on it and you'll be healed in no time. Also good for diaper rash, eye infections, lotion and ear infections" All joking aside, this woman knew her stuff AND I'm glad I don't have to do it.
We also had a docs appointment, where we found out that our little girl has been listening to her daddy and turned head down. For those of you that are confused, I talk to her at night... it's our bonding time.
Finally, I think that all these courses, appointments, etc have made very clear in my mind that she is definitely coming... SOON! I think I am suffering from a phenomena called nesting. It is when you start cleaning (Bin will attest that I am still very much a slob) and preparing for the baby's arrival.
I think I've vacuumed our place 5 times. And I have begun cooking and freezing food. I currently have Army Lasagna in the oven (Army because it is big enough to feed an Army).
By the way did I mention that nesting is supposed to be a female thing? My estrogen levels must be through the roof. On a completely separate topic I cry every time I watch the Dog Whisperer... To compensate I have been slamming my head into walls and listening to heavy metal.
On a serious note, I'm so fortunate to have this time to help out and spend with Bin and Baby. Something that most Dads never have the chance to do. My buddy wrote "You are going to have a great time adjusting to a child in your life, let me know how it is, since most of my time I was deployed or training somewhere." And it made me realize what I privilege this time will be. Next post will probably never happen, because she will be here.
-Pete
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