Scott and I completed our hospital's childbirth class yesterday, and I feel like this was totally one of those things straight out of a TV show. You know, the whole sitting around in a dark room practicing breathing and sitting on pillows thing? This does happen in real life it turns out. Reality got a lot weirder to me just now.
It was a good use of time since neither Scott nor I have been motivated to really want to learn about such things. I would love to say that I'm one of those women who
wants to watch Call the Midwife, but heck no. Never ever. So forced birth learning was perfect for us. I think the only thing that almost made Scott sick was the talk of the placenta (which, by the way,
no one needs to see...in a class...in real life...in any situation...unless you're the placenta examiner). The rest of the class was good though. I can't say it really put us at ease or anything, but it was informative!
Other things we learned...
*LDS Hospital has some pretty nice stone-work inside which Scott told me he'd point out to me in detail next time we're there...mhmm...
*My birth plan is still to avoid pain and to pray a lot.
*Many details about other class members' bodies and pregnancies that we wish we did not know.
I asked Scott what was most surprising to him, and he said, "I learned I'll probably be more involved in this than I hoped I would be." You and me both, Scott. You and me both.