Birthing Class

So, we had our first class tonight. The pamphlet said, "PLEASE arrive 10 minutes early to the 1st class," and so Dwayne and I rolled in 15 minutes late, with our tails between our legs.

*Sorry Taylor Tot - Your parents are delinquents.*

This is the first time Dwayne and I have ever taken a class together and it was, well, trouble. Dwayne's a bit of a goof-off and I am easily influenced.

We sat at the side of the class winking and making each other laugh at inopportune times. It's not that we didn't care about the class, or that we weren't interested. We actually really enjoyed it. It was just that there were so many awkward moments!

The instructor kept talking about breasts, and mucus plugs, and pelvic rocking. I could see the men all across the room twitching. Also there was a birthing video called "Celebrating Birth" which celebrated so much more than birth!

By the end of the class, the instructor had all the women down on the floor and all the men giving full body massages. "Talk to your partner!" she pushed. "Communicate! Tell him what hurts, what feels good."

"Now coaches," she called out, "your homework is to give your wife a massage everyday this week and figure out where her tension spots are."

I think I'm going to like this class!