Don't Do a Childbirth Class on Only 5 hours of Sleep
Husbandido and I went up to Sacramento this weekend for a Childbirth class. Seems that all the classes here were booked beyond belief, so after work on Friday we went up to the 916. What killed me is that I didn't get out of work until 1130, and we didn't arrive in Sac until 3AM, due to a major car accident that took us more than an hour to get over the )(*$# bridge.
It was hard to drive. Admittedly, I don't think I should have driven, but Husbandido had some back problems due to working on the nursery (it looks nice, really), but I was both exhausted and hungry. I didn't eat dinner and I was emotionally drained from a program graduation. I had to force Husbandido to talk me through the trip. He couldn't sleep, nor could I keep in one lane. I'm glad we made it safely.
I didn't know what to expect from a childbirth class: the Apostle gave me a quick rundown, and that was nice, but if bringing two pillows and a blanket made me nervous about what kinda gymnastics we were going to do. In truth, the course was very light, and thankfully the trainer was very energetic and funny, so that helped a LOT.
It was interesting, honestly, to see other pregnant women, and in different states of being. Some were freakin' ginormous, others were tiny, some were wobbly, and others were just there. I observed the dads/partners/random dudes just taking it all in, and noticed some of them breaking into a cold sweat. Interesting.
Husbandido started falling asleep at the end of the class...which is typical if he's in mass. Go figure. Cute thing is that at the end, the trainer played a Jamie Foxx song, U Still Got It. Pretty sweet song. Cute. Anyways, 37 weeks. Here we go, kids.
Voodoo