In my last blog post, I mentioned Randy and I were starting childbirth prep classes. Well, we had our first class last Wednesday, and I am now even more scared and anxious about Lydia's delivery than ever.
First off, Randy and I were slightly annoyed by the forced introduction strategy that kicked off the class, where we had to say our name and five things about ourself. I realize getting to know one another helps break the ice, but I doubt anyone will remember my name come tomorrow and no stranger really cares to know five things about me. The introduction, however, was a chance for Randy to plug his business and me to vent about being tired of pregnancy and missing wine and blue cheese.
Secondly, I found it surprising that the first class got straight to the punch, showing us a video of the labor and birthing process. I thought that horror would at least be shared during week two or three. And let me tell you, they could not have used more unattractive women in the video. The labor pain faces these women displayed have scarred me for life. Plus, I think I was the only wimpy person in the class who had to look away during the birthing scene because of fear. Good ol' Randy, however, was nice enough to share with me the woman's who-ha reminded him of an Arby's roast beef sandwich. If that isn't morale support, I don't know what is!
Furthermore, I was the only person who did not raise their hand when asked by the instructor who planned on breast feeding (the jury is still out on that for me). So yep, moving forward I will most likely be known as the Hester Prynne of the class so maybe I should show up tomorrow with the letter "A" on my belly.
I was so bothered by what I experienced during the class that at my doctor's appointment the following day, I asked my OBGYN if I could request a C-section. I told her about my class experience and said I didn't think I was strong enough to take natural birth. She laughed and said I made her day because I was being too funny. Thanks, lady. She said I could do it and it is often better when things aren't so planned out. Heck, even Randy doesn't think the two of us are strong enough to get through the natural birthing process, and believes if we can get through it and still love each other, everything else in life will be a piece of cake.