Lamaze

Well, last week Richard and I began going to Lamaze classes. We were convinced that after the first class (of 5, ick) they would politely ask us never to return again. But that didn't happen as hard as we tried and they let us come back this week as well. Any of you who know us well can only imagine the following scenario:

"Please take your mats out and lay down on the floor next to your partner. We will be watching a short video aimed at helping you with your relaxation exercises with your partner. Feel free to touch each other if you like along with the suggestions on the video."

Needless to say, withing 3 minutes we both were laughing so hard we were in tears. Bless my poor husband's heart, every time he touched me, it hurt so much. Not to mention the lovely commentary. That didn't help. "Your right arm is heavy, your left leg is heavy." "Tense up the muscles in your body and release them one by one." Not a good thing to tell a bunch of flatulent pregnant women. I've been in some rather intense yoga classes with less sound effects.

So next week we "get" to practice the different birthing positions. Yea!?!?!?! I'm still trying to talk Richard into letting me skip that one. I mean seriously, has any woman ever really given birth like this?