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[janus_74]

Welcome to the Suburbs:
After trying for an hour to get to work, we turned around and went back home. Roads were bad, the parking lot for the train was full so the husband took it as a sign. All because of a little frozen snow. But, there's a chance I will actually work on my fic exchange fic today because of it, so it's not all that bad. And, since I have a little work-aholic problem, I can still check e-mail and know that everythings running smoothly.

Childbirth Classes:

I'm not taking them. And for the longest time I couldn't articulate why, all's I knew was that I didn't want to go. Well, we went for the Hospital Orientation on Saturday (the only class my doctor "strongly recommended" I go to) and I figured out why.

Groups of pregnant women freak me out. And give me hives, but I think I may have talked myself into that. Between the 4 women who squeed when they saw each other, and the moronic husbands who asked questions that made you wonder if he thought he was trying to be funny; it was awful. And I watched the stupid video online so nothing she said to us was news. I can't imagine dragging my poor husband to 9 weeks of classes, and he even said he would have walked out after the first half an hour.

We did get a checklist of things to bring to the hospital, and the husband is now obsessed with getting everything on the list and making sure it's all packed up. Which would have been cute if he didn't need to get it done *that* afternoon.

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[boniblithe.livejournal.com]

When I went, it was 6 weeks of childbirth class (once a week) for an hour ... they were pretty dull; not telling me much I couldn't read or find out elsewhere, and the other parents were often strange. The husband was very sweet even though it was my first baby it was his third, so he did his best to stay awake.

What made it all worthwhile was that when I finally did go into labor the nurse who taught the classes was my duty nurse that night and while I was clenching her smock in my white knuckled fists and trying to remember how to breathe, it felt more comforting, less invasive than I think it would have if she had been a total stranger.

[janus-74.livejournal.com]

Having a nurse that you knew would be cool, almost like having a mid-wife but not paying as much for it.