Sunday, November 15, 2009

Pregnancy Class?

Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger/Don't you fight it till you've tried it/Do the conga! Beat!
Gloria Estefan and the Miami Sound Machine

On Saturday, my gracious sister accompanied me to what she called a "pregnancy class." I tried to explain to her that I don't need a class to understand how to be pregnant, but the concept of a "child birthing class" was apparently too much for her to grasp. We were there from 9am till past 5pm. As I told my mom, they were trying to give us the full blown birthing experience: stuck at the hospital all day.

But really, it was pretty useful on the whole. I mean, we got to dance the conga for exercise--how much cooler can you get than that? Plus, my sister got some really great tips on how to be a good birth coach for singing "She'll Be Coming 'Round the Mountain" while I'm showering during my contractions. I anticipate that being hugely soothing. Maybe she'll even follow up with a rousing rendition of "Oh, Susanna". I can only hope! She also learned some practical massage techniques, which I will take advantage of during her entire Christmas break. And we got to take a nap under the table after lunch so that we could learn how to relax our bodies. It was a big day. Especially because the videos we watched were made in either the late 80's or early 90's...and those hairstyles were cute. My sister promised she'd give me a mullet before I went into labour so that I'd be adequately prepared.

I'm so glad that she was able to go with me. It was hard being there without the Man, hard seeing the other husbands there learning how to help their wives, hard to know that he wasn't going to get to experience this with me. But I'm so proud of him. I know that he wouldn't miss this for the world if he didn't have to and that he'd be a great labour coach if he could be here (and that he would've been awesome enough to dance the conga with me). And I'm reminded of the huge blessing it is that we will most likely be able to video call from the hospital. I am appreciative of the technology that makes this so much easier. And the technology that enables us to see really awesome and inspirational videos from the 80's...

I sent this picture to the Man before the child birthing class so that he could see that, even if he couldn't make it to the class with me, his t-shirt did. Which is useful since none of mine fit any more. You can kind of see Baby Friz poking out over my legs. Incidentally, my legs are a lot skinnier now after 30 minutes of the conga interspersed with lunges and squats. Those instructors weren't playing around!


  1. So cute. Amanda's a trooper! Sounds like she is going to be super amazing. If she decides to do this for a living...sign me up! You and Josh are on my heart and mind. Your post literally brought me to tears. Tears of amazement at the unbreakable bond you two share. Your marriage will continue to grow stronger and stronger through this trying process! Separation is the absolute hardest. I know I'll have to deal with it some day as well and I want you to know you are setting a GREAT example. Love you soooo much! Can't wait to Conga with you (and see your new red coat)! Much love my office window buddy. Mexican food is in your future chica!

  2. congo! for a pregnancy class? haha.. :) well i am glad you got some free massages and naps out of it.... oh wow, i can't wait til you get a mullet. you will look back on these days with sweet memories of haircuts, massages, & congo dancing and thank amanda for dragging you to the pregnancy class... hahaha....

    can't wait to see alexander!!!

  3. I did the Conga, but I did not have to do the massage-y thing. That could backfire on you. Especially since I do not like gooey lotion. I did like to be encouraged to punch you in the back...oh memories of our childhood! I will be awesome in the delivery room. The doctors will probably just decide to let me take over their jobs.

  4. I almost wish I could be there to see the spectacle of Amanda in the delivery room...I'm sure the humor of it will be so overwhelming that you'll forget to feel any pain. I might have to call her if I ever go through labor (or as Marian Britishly spells it, labour).