Childbirth class

I am such a blog slacker lately yall! Gah!

So Monday night Brad and I had our second childbirth class. We were told to bring two pillows and a blanket to class because we were going to be down on the floor practicing some breathing techniques. The instructor turned the lights down really low, put on some calming music of waves crashing on the shore, asked all of the mommies to lay against their coaches and for the coaches to softly instruct the mommies to "Breathe in.....and out......in....and out....." If you know us in real life, you can probably get a picture in your head......of Brad and I busting out laughing the entire time! He just isn't ever that serious and when he was really trying to concentrate and get me to breathe properly, I just couldn't take it!

After that part of the class, we got to tour the hospital. We aren't delivering at that hospital (our hospital is the sister hospital to this one) but I was still interested in taking the tour. So we toured the triage room....the floor....and then the delivery room. Now remember that I get claustrophobic with this baby in my tummy. There were about 30-35 people in this room and the instructor was explaining to us what each thing in the room was and it's purpose. I found it very informative. But then it started to get really hot in the room. And then I started to get dizzy. I thought that maybe because I'd been standing for a while and my knees where locked that maybe that was why I was feeling funny. So I unlocked my knees and tried to move around a little bit. THEN the instructor pulled the bottom cushion off the bed, pulled out the stirrups and that's when it hit me that I would actually have to push this baby out! So then I really started to feel faint. I don't do blood, needles, flesh, or anything of the sort. Obviously if the sight of stirrups on a bed makes me feel faint, huh? So at this point my head was kind of rolling in a circle and my eyes were starting to roll back in my head. And I thought to myself....'hmmm, I'm about to pass out. Should I pass out in here? No, that would scare all the other pregnant ladies. I think I'll pass out in the hall, that way it will be less distracting. Ok, go in to the hall.' So that's what I did. Well Brad immediately followed me out and I told him that I was about to pass out. We decided to walk down the hallway to try and get some air. At the end of the hallway was a wheelchair, so I sat in it for about five minutes and was fine after that! How traumatizing!!

We have two more classes to go but those won't be until November. And as for our little bambino (or bambina!) here is what Baby Center says he/she should look like:




I don't know about you, but that just makes me want to cry a little bit! Poor thing, all squished up in there! I can't imagine how he/she will still fit in the 20 weeks to come!

And speaking of he/she, I'll be SO GLAD when I can call him/her Noah or Emma Faith! I'm sick of saying 'it' or 'the baby'. Thank goodness we find out tomorrow! AH! And I'll update as soon as I know tomorrow!

One more thing, Baby LOVES lime popsicles. I mean LOVES THEM!!! He/she goes CrAzY when I eat them and just kicks and kicks! So last night I was eating one and I reached over and grabbed Brad's hand, put it on my belly and he got to feel the baby kick for the first time!!! Yay for Daddy!

Anywho, ONE MORE DAY (again!)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!