Today is my birthday, and this is the first year I really don't care that it's my birthday...all I care about is someone else's birthday coming up in November! However, Jon, the amazing husband that he is, made sure I had a nice day on Saturday (the day we celebrated my birthday). We had our birthing class all day and I'll write more about that in a second, but after class (it was ALL day) we came home and I fell asleep. The LAST thing I wanted to do was to go into the city for a fancy dinner. So, Jon plopped me on the couch and heated up the veal that my mom made when she was here and made a salad and served me my birthday dinner...just as I wanted it...at home. He also gave me two presents. One for the baby and me, and the other just for me for having the baby (aka...push present). For the baby and me he bought us a sterling silver picture frame with bunnies on it from Tiffany. It's beautiful and we'll put the baby's picture in it for her room. So very sweet. The mommy gift was amazing....a very delicate diamond necklace which also came in a little blue box. He is incredible. It is beautiful!
Now, on to the birthing class. Class was 9 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. at Paoli Hospital...which is where we're giving birth. Jon wanted to get a haircut before class, so we were at the barber promptly at 8. All was going well, I had a cute outfit on that actually fit and Jon was on time, so the morning was going great. The barber was on time and didn't go over and so we went on our merry way with plenty of time to get up to the hospital. About two minutes after leaving the barber shop, I took a sip of my yummy Dunkin' Donuts decaf coffee...my favorite and half of it spilled all down my front all over my cute shirt. INSTANTLY, I started hysterical crying. We had NO time to go home and change and I didn't want to show up late with a huge spot on my shirt. So, I got creative after I stopped crying. We pulled into a gas station and I used my bottled water to get the coffee stain out...and then walked into quite possibly the most disgusting gas station bathroom on the planet looking for a hand dryer. No dice. So, 75 cents later, we were standing at the air hose. Jon held my shirt out and I dried it with the air hose with my belly exposed for all of Lancaster Avenue to see. It was hilarious. We finally made it to class...about 5 minutes late. I learned one thing: just like spilled milk, it's no use crying over spilled coffee.
The class was great. There were 12 other couples there and we learned a TON! What to expect in labor...what the signs are, when to call the doctor and of course, we saw "the movie." Now, most people who have attended these classes have said that "the movie" usually causes at least one person to faint or get sick. Ok, basically "the movie" is a woman giving birth. You see everything...vajayjay, blood, baby and placenta. It's not gross, though. Even Jon was like "that's it?" when it was done. He also was told it was awful, and we're both pleased to report that it was fine. And, nobody wussed out and fainted.
The day ended with a tour of the labor and delivery wing of the hospital. It was so cool seeing where we're going to be for a few days and it looks comfortable and nice and the nurses all seemed very very cool.
We left the hospital with a great feeling and we feel like we're ready for the birth and MORE than ready to meet our little girl.
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Really? Just one movie? Ugh. We had at least 5 that we watched. It was AWFUL. One guy passed out. I almost passed out three times.
I hate watching other people in pain. It makes me highly uncomfortable.
I'm one of those people that are better off not knowing what I'm getting myself into!
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!
5???? Jeez. Glad we didn't have that class. And...the best part, was when they showed the c-section, right when they were about to start the surgery, they cut to a computer animation. I was very happy.
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