My Very pregnant wife and I hanging out by Lake Couer d'Alene this weekMy wife is 37 weeks pregnant as of Friday with our first child. It's a boy and his name is Silas. Very excited about that. It's hard to believe that in a matter of weeks I will have a little son. Crazy!
We just finished our prenatal class. We spent the last 4 Tuesday nights learning about the cervix, the placenta, and various forms of mucous and other assorted fluids. It was pretty special. All joking aside, though, I actually got quite a bit out of the class. We had a ton of questions about the whole process of childbirth. How do you know that you're going into labor? What does a contraction feel like? How long does labor typically last? How about drugs?(Apparently they will give you an epideral at 4 cm although at this point my wife is planning on just saying no.) The class was great at answering those questions and I definitely feel much more confident when I think about the big day (from here on referred to as Gameday).
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My vivid memory from prenatal class was about week 3. After watching some movies we took a break. I was standing at the urinal doing my business, and another guy from the class was doing likewise in the stall next to me... "Dude, ain't you glad you ain't a chick??" he asked.
I think that belongs in the hall of fame for weird conversations I have had.
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