Prenatal Class

We went to our first prenatal class today. We decided to take the daylong, two-session class because the other option was to go Wednesday nights at 8pm for 4 sessions. Well, the way I’ve been lately, by 8pm I’m ready to go to bed or in the very least curl up on the couch and zone out.

I was a bit apprehensive about class this week. It was just my social anxiety creeping up on me. I managed well. The teacher is likeable and easy going. The other couples in the class seem cool too.

We covered a lot in one day. Watched a couple of birthing videos, which I admit make me a bit squirmy in my seat. But I think when it comes down to it when I’m going through it I will be fine. It’s kind of like pulling a sliver from someone else’s finger grosses me out. However, if it’s my own sliver and finger – rip away.

I know childbirth shouldn’t be so easily compared to a sliver; I’m just trying to get across how my squeamishness (is that a real word?) works.

Hubby was quite interested and involved in a lot of the discussions, which I really appreciate. I know when we comes down to it I will be too busy concentrating on my own pain to really know what is happening or even what I should be doing. I’m confident he will be a good coach.

At the end of class we toured the birthing unit of the hospital. Sadly, they were too busy to show us any of the babies in the nursery. I feel a bit more relief now having more of an idea of what will happen and where.

We have another session next week in which we will be covering breastfeeding and formula feeding, bathing a newborn and other such topics, which sound a lot more enjoyable than labour and delivery.