Childbirth Class, Part II

Congratulations to Andrew and me. We graduated from "Prepared Childbirth Class" on Sunday. We even got a certificate. That means we're totally ready for labor and delivery and can handle anything, right? Ha! If only it was that easy. I'm glad we went, though, and feel like we will definitely use some of what we learned. "Informed" childbirth class, however, might be a more appropriate title.

There were two big surprises for me this time. One, the video was a lot less graphic than I'd expected. It was just like something you'd see in health class in the 8th grade or something. Nothing to worry about (video-wise, at least). The second surprise was my emotions surrounding the class. I can't believe it's over! To me, that means the baby is coming really soon. It's becoming so real.

Now I know everyone says pregnant ladies have out-of-control emotions. But up until this point, I've really been pretty good. (Right, Andrew? RIGHT, ANDREW?) But recently, forget it! On our hospital tour, we stopped by the nursery to get a peek at some of the babies. I couldn't even look! If I had, I just know I would have burst into tears. My emotions—excitement, fear, excitement, anxiety, excitement, joy—are so heightened; everything makes me want to cry. All anyone has to do is mention babies or giving birth and it's all over. I am so overwhelmed by all of this! (In a good way, I think.)