Birthing Class

Mel and I started our birthing class last night. I must admit I was a bit surprised with the amount of we are going to learn. Each class is two hours and runs once a week for 7 weeks. I felt like asking the nurse/teacher how may credits are we going to receive. But being surrounded by 9 pregnant women, I reconsidered my attempt at humor.

The class began with a video about the 3 stages of labor. Honestly, I haven't been that scared watching a movie since Poltergeist. I'll spare you the details, but I'll tell that someone from the MPAA missed this one. There were no warnings about graphic content or how this film may be unsuitable for some audiences. In my opinion, it deserved at minimum a NC 17 Rating.

Oh, I hope I don't faint. That would be terribly cliché

Sympathy for the Father

Did you know that fathers-to-be often experience physical symptoms of their partner's pregnancy? I didn't. Until recently. I suppose that explains my weight gain (almost 10 lbs in 7 months) and the frequency of my bathroom visits. Truthfully, I'm not really bothered by these minor changes. It's nothing in comparison to what Mel is experiencing. What does concern me though, now that she is in the 3rd trimester, are sympathy hemroids.

Jet Lag

Mama and I just returned from Tokyo last night. The jet lag has us up at 4:00 in the morning. Everyone always complains about jet lag. But it has me up I'm updating my blog for the first time in 2 months. So I guess it isn't so bad.

Look forward to my entry at 5pm after I have been up for 17 hours.

Goal # 4 - Childproof House