The only thing I remember from my childbirth classes are:
1) The emphasis was on keeping you on your feet, as long as possible, to let nature and gravity help you along, and yet the same hospital that offered the class made me lie down, wear O2, wear a blood-oxygen monitor, and contraction monitors, and pissed me off.
2) The teacher read us
Love You Forever,
at the end of the final session of the class, and had all the pregos crying the tears of a hormone assault + manipulation
3) Dh was traumatized by "the film"
4) There was a young girl in my class (girl, not an adult woman) who was pregnant. Her boyfriend Vinnie was with her. She was fairly certain to have a C-section, but kept asking how soon after she could have sex, and if she had a C, why she would have to wait
5) I wanted to hit her and Vinnie over the head and take their baby
well, just because they liked doin' it doesn't automatically make them bad parents. If they were dumb as well, then, maybe it would!
They were dumb, Nora. Oh, they were dumb. I can't even begin. Hopefully, they were dumb + nice. They seemed to be nice.
I'm suspicious -- first hobbitses, now giant eagles.
However, someone call me when they discover wood elves.
There ought to be a personal space bubble emoticon!
God, yes. Let's devise one!
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(me)
Hmm. This is hard.
For a moment there, I thought there were currently giant eagles in NZ and got all excited.
Ah well.
I do not tremble in fear of your awards, msbelle. Well, except maybe the cute part. I do, however, prefer to keep my profile as low as possible at work outside my group. (which is funny, considering the work I do.) Getting nominated does not help this.
adds singing telegram at work to list of possible gifts for sara.
Everyday Stupidity, Installment #807:
In today's Netscape homepage "news" teaser headlines: "Gay & Straight Men Have THIS in Common"
Jesus freaking goddamn Christ (no offense to Christians, gods, freaks, or Jesus). For the love of higher brain function, people, how about you think before you post these things?
(Yes, my first thought was "Penises?")
What I recall about the childbirth classes I attended (pregnant friend's husband threw his back out, so I went to help with the hauling-the-pregnant-lady-up part) was the placenta. For some reason, I actually gave it a thought for probably the first time ever, and I really shouldn't have done that. It now freaks me out.
