Well, I haven't posted for a while since I figured no one read this anyway. However, at the request of my best friend, I will post once again. We've had so much going on lately that it has been hard finding time.
The Tuesday before Thanksgiving we drove to North Carolina. Big mistake. This is a family tradition, to drive up and spend Thanksgiving with my Grandma and family. However, being as pregnant as I am, an 11 hour overnight car trip is not the most fun. Add to that being trapped in a house with 12 people who were seriously getting on my nerves. I couldn't wait to get home. Unfortunatly, I managed to pick up a horrible cold up there. It's been over a week and it is still sticking around. I've been trying to go my entire pregnancy without taking any medication other than Tums. Monday my cold was so bad that I broke down and had Brent pick up some Robitussin cough syrup, one of the doctor approved medicines. I took one very small dose and felt so guilty about it that I decided not to take anymore and just suffer through. It didn't really do anything anyway. I had a routine doctor appointment and the doctor said that my cold would have no bad effects on the baby, so that made me feel better.
Yesterday we had our first Prepared Childbirth class. That was an interesting experience. It was nice to see so many other pregnant couples. But it was funny how you could tell that all of the mothers were sizing each other up. Is she bigger, smaller, fatter, etc. Kind of like walking in to the first day of school.
Anyway, we had heard the class was kind of useless, but we both liked it. Yeah, they tell you a lot of stuff you already know, but it helped to put to rest some of my fears. We watched a video of a birth, and I think I was the only one in the class that had to look away. Even Brent watched the whole way through. Without going into too much detail, the placenta is disgusting. So gross.
We took a tour of the hospital, went over where to go when the time comes, etc. At the end of the class it got kinda weird because we (mothers & fathers) had to lay on these mats with our pillows and do relaxation excercises, listening to new age music, envisioning ourselves on a beach, taking deep breaths. We go again next Saturday, and I think we are going to focus more on the Lamaze stuff. I liked it because it really added to my excitement, made it feel so much more real. Seeing the room I would be in, seeing the nursery. 44 days to go and I am really excited to go through it all.
