back to school, part 2
Last night's antenatal class was actually a lot more enjoyable than the first, thankfully. Perhaps this had something to do with the fact that I got a lovely shoulder and back massage for part of the class from Paul. Mmmmm. Apparently we have more massage technique learning next week as well - yay! The people there are a lot of fun and more girly cackling and giggling ensued throughout. In a way, I don't think I fit in with the majority of the group, though. All the women were talking about how they didn't want their husbands at the "business end" of the birth and how squeamish the husbands will be. They joked about drawing a curtain around themselves from the neck down. One guy winced in horror when I explained to him what a "show" is, and was shocked to learn that he could cut the umbilical cord if he wanted to (I'm guessing he'll decline).
We talked about this when we got home and while Paul is not the squeamish type (he can watch those surgery programmes on Discovery Health without blinking), he said that he would find it difficult to see me in pain/distress. I'm grateful that Paul has never been the type to get grossed out by anything happening to me during pregnancy. It's weird enough to see the changes in your body yourself, let alone have your partner point them out with a loud "EWWWW!" He has never made me feel self conscious, and I have always taken comfort knowing that he will be my pillar of sanity during the birth. He wants to cut the cord. He will jump into the birthing pool with me if he can. Hell, he'd dive underwater and video the whole thing if he could. That is one of the many reasons why I love him so much. All together now - awwwww.
On a totally unrelated note, I apologise to the woman I interviewed today and probably frightened with my undulating belly. Throughout the interview, Pip decided to roll from one side to the other, making my belly contort into various interesting shapes. It's fun; it's sorta like a lava lamp.