Seventh Letter In Baby Boy's Middle Name!

Lets chat about Lamaze classes! *All members of the male gender can commence squirming now* We have our final class this evening, and goodness gracious has it been interesting. HH and I sat for 3.5 hours in awe, all the while I was pondering why on earth have decided to inflict what looks like excruciating pain on myself for hours on end? I will give you the DL (Down Low) on our enlightening experience.

Imagine if you will: Approximately 15 newly pregnant couples who have never met, sitting around a room not really knowing what to expect from this "class" they are about to embark on. The woman feeling extremely anxious and eager to learn what on earth they need to be doing to properly maintain (did I really just write maintain?) a young infant. Mean while the daddy's to be, are still trying to justify to themselves why they are even enrolled in this class.

The session begins with the usual introductions and a briefing of that evenings lecture. It started out innocent enough, until that is, the instructor enthusiastically informs us that it was time to waddle over to the carpet for some breathing and stretching exercises (please keep in mind, we all have aprox 1 month until we are due, and can not move our over sized booties around very easily)! We were urged to get down on all fours and initiate cat-cow yoga stretches, while each of the husbands had to causally rub our backs. Doesn't that paint a lovely picture in your heads?

After what seemed like the duration of a "highlight, trim, and brow wax", our cordial husbands hoisted us up over to the VIZIO for some T.V. time. This was the point of the night were you give credit to EVERY mother or expected mother you know! That video was a detailed biography of pregnant women giving birth, enough said! At which point in time I became increasingly thankful for my microscopical bladder, this gave me numerous breaks to the powder room, thus escaping the dreaded realization of labor.

This sums up our first Lamaze class! We are still traumatized by that evenings events, and are somewhat apprehensive about tonight.

Don't forget to jot this down, the seventh letter in baby boy's middle name. Only a few more letters to be randomly revealed.

Sincerely,
Farming Fabulously

Program Note: Picture is courtesy of Alphabet Photography