Lamaze Is For Weenies.

Not entirely true, I know...but I've always thought that "lamaze" was a weird word. It's embarrassing to admit, but I always think of LeVar Burton when I hear it. Yeah, the man who hosted Reading Rainbow for the better part of my childhood truly has nothing to do with labor breathing techniques, but it's just one of those odd connection things my brain does.

So I'm pretty sure when I'm huffing and puffing (in the nose, out the mouth) in a few weeks, a strange and horrifying image of LeVar Burton will be burned into my brain. Something to look forward to...

Anyway, instead of a strictly lamaze class, Joe and I are taking the "Childbirth Education" class offered by Beaumont. Of the laundry list of courses they gave us, it seemed to be the one that covered the broadest spectrum of information for pre-birth, birth, and post-birth. (Post-birth sounds stupid, but it was the only way I could think to describe it.)

According to the syllabus, we'll learn everything from what to do when I start getting contractions to how to change a diaper. I imagine Joe will break the diaper changing part down into a formal process complete with indentified owners, lean/best practices and flow charts.

For tonight's class (the first!) I've been instructed to bring a pillow and a yoga mat. Honestly, this could be more entertaining than a night at the theatre. I wish they also would have thrown in some silly miscellaneous items just for grins and giggles. "Please also bring a deck of cards, a kazoo and a cup of sugar." Stay tuned for ridiculous recaps!

Also, I haven't downloaded all the pictures from the shower yet, but I promise to have a post on it soon!!