Hello loyal followers! (yes, both of you). Sorry for the lack of updates lately, but honestly, not much has been happening. We have been continuing our classes, which mercifully are over now, except for the breastfeeding one sometime later in the month.
Shower #1 was a rousing success, so many thanks to all who came and especially those who helped plan and clean our house. (Did you notice how clean the tops of our ceiling fan blades were?) We have pretty much dug out from underneath the mountain of presents we got, and most of the stuff has been assembled, including a swing that has more safety restraints than your average NASA shuttle. I'm all for baby safety, but do we need 17 straps for a swing powered by 4 D batteries?
I was planning on providing more updates after each of the last two classes, but Rachel and I have been a little cranky after both of them, and I didn't want to spend 1,000 words on why I wanted to fight Dr. Ass and his wife. (but I could have easily, and I did). Dr. Ass and his wife got under my skin more than anyone ever has in my life, except of course the lady at the Passion of the Christ who kept asking who the guy wearing the thorns was. At one point, Dr. Ass suggested that women start putting some strange substance on their naughty bits (can't recall specifically what it was) to help prepare for labor. Then we went on a 10 minute break. When we got back, we were informed that the substance suggested by Dr. Ass should actually never come into contact with human skin, let alone that specific spot. Turns out he was confused and meant to say something else. No harm, no foul, right? Well, except for the two couples who left at break. Here's praying for a speedy recovery Shannon and Tina!
The one class was a ridiculously confusing tour of the hospital, which reinforced my original two step plan of 1: bring pregnant wife into emergency room and 2: ask where to go. Then last night's class was how to care for your child, which was helpful I guess (turns out shaking a baby is bad!), but did we really need to bathe a plastic baby with real water? This might have been the one and only situation in my life where I would have preferred mime. But hey, it's over. We learned some things, we laughed at times, and we now no longer have to make small talk with our classmates, so win, win, win.
As for Zia (or Reggie), our lil' bastard is now the size of a pineapple at roughly 4.9 pounds, which made me realize that I had no idea how much a pineapple weighs. Rachel is being a trooper as always, rarely complaining about anything, with the exception of me leaving my milk glasses in the living room, which is unrelated to pregnancy so we'll let that slide.
So, hope all is well with all of you folks. We are less than 7 weeks away!
Shower #1 was a rousing success, so many thanks to all who came and especially those who helped plan and clean our house. (Did you notice how clean the tops of our ceiling fan blades were?) We have pretty much dug out from underneath the mountain of presents we got, and most of the stuff has been assembled, including a swing that has more safety restraints than your average NASA shuttle. I'm all for baby safety, but do we need 17 straps for a swing powered by 4 D batteries?
I was planning on providing more updates after each of the last two classes, but Rachel and I have been a little cranky after both of them, and I didn't want to spend 1,000 words on why I wanted to fight Dr. Ass and his wife. (but I could have easily, and I did). Dr. Ass and his wife got under my skin more than anyone ever has in my life, except of course the lady at the Passion of the Christ who kept asking who the guy wearing the thorns was. At one point, Dr. Ass suggested that women start putting some strange substance on their naughty bits (can't recall specifically what it was) to help prepare for labor. Then we went on a 10 minute break. When we got back, we were informed that the substance suggested by Dr. Ass should actually never come into contact with human skin, let alone that specific spot. Turns out he was confused and meant to say something else. No harm, no foul, right? Well, except for the two couples who left at break. Here's praying for a speedy recovery Shannon and Tina!
The one class was a ridiculously confusing tour of the hospital, which reinforced my original two step plan of 1: bring pregnant wife into emergency room and 2: ask where to go. Then last night's class was how to care for your child, which was helpful I guess (turns out shaking a baby is bad!), but did we really need to bathe a plastic baby with real water? This might have been the one and only situation in my life where I would have preferred mime. But hey, it's over. We learned some things, we laughed at times, and we now no longer have to make small talk with our classmates, so win, win, win.
As for Zia (or Reggie), our lil' bastard is now the size of a pineapple at roughly 4.9 pounds, which made me realize that I had no idea how much a pineapple weighs. Rachel is being a trooper as always, rarely complaining about anything, with the exception of me leaving my milk glasses in the living room, which is unrelated to pregnancy so we'll let that slide.
So, hope all is well with all of you folks. We are less than 7 weeks away!
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