Thursday, March 24, 2005

I think we’re the class clowns

here we are, supposedly the most studious & serious couple when it comes to childbirth, but at lamaze class we can’t stop making jokes & giggling. The teacher certainly gives us plenty to laugh about. While I like her philosophy on childbirth, she is a bit of a scatterbrain. And because of what childbirth entails, she certainly doesn’t hold back when it comes to discussing any topic. And there’s just something about the way she says & does things that is a little off the wall, we can’t help ourselves sometimes.

When practicing our breathing, massage & efflarage, she happened to use one of the women as her example, the hilarious thing was - this girl is extremely ticklish - so much so that any touch at all sets her off. But apparently the teacher didn’t realize this & kept going, making the girl absolutely miserable, Charlie & I couldn’t help cracking up.  The teacher also walks around physically demonstrating different techniques & last night when she was explaining back massage & showing Charlie where to put his hands, she grabbed his waist - well it was supposed to be his waist, but let’s just say she got a little too close for comfort. The whole class was laughing at that point - and I think Charlie was beet red, and of course in fun he made a big deal about it, asking where he could file a report! She often finds herself going off on tangents & she’s not always easy to follow. I’m not concerned b/c I think Charlie & I have already learned most everything she’s teaching, but I do wonder about the other couples, if they’re able to follow along okay. Charlie & I just couldn’t stop giggling last night at all the little things that happened - and of course when you’re not supposed to giggle it makes it even harder to stop. It made me feel like we were in highschool again, and it was kinda sweet. Experiencing this pregnancy with Charlie has made me fall in love with him even more, he’s going to make an incredible dad & I just can’t wait to see him holding his son.

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It’s not a dream…(33 weeks)

Every morning when I wake up I feel for my belly to reassure myself that I’m really pregnant & not dreaming. Then I wait for his first movement of the day to be reassured he is okay. I remember before we were pregnant w/ Elliot & I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be able to carry a baby I promised myself that I would not complain no matter what pregnancy brought me. I am genuinely grateful for the relatively easy pregnancy I’ve had - very little morning sickness and super second trimester energy. I must admit though, as these last weeks are passing by, it’s not all gloriously wonderful. I would be lying to say I always feel great. I am getting tired much more easily, and five more weeks of work feels a little daunting. What I am experiencing are all normal aches & pains of pregnancy, but they ARE aches & pains. When I walk, or put any pressure on my right leg I have shooting pain in my right upper pelvis area. I try to walk normally, without limping, but sometimes it’s hard. The doc said to keep exercising anyway & I intend to. I am also dealing with more & more heartburn. I never had it before being pregnant, and until now it’s been mild, but the last few days have been frusterating dealing with it after every meal. However most times a tum will take it away - and I sleep on a major incline (almost sitting up) so that helps too. This, along with how increasingly difficult it is to do things with a bigger belly has honestly been tough to handle sometimes. I feel so guilty for even saying that, because truly truly I would gladly take all of this pain & more to have my child and I don’t wish things were different, but to say that it is all wonderful would be a lie. If I can get some more rest I think I will feel better, we’ve just been pretty busy and I think my body is telling me it’s time to slow down. All of the aches & pains are more than worth the moments in the evening when Charlie & I just stare at my belly as Elliot  rolls accross it, kicking & punching, we talk to him & daddy plays funny games like “kick if you’re going to love basketball” (and of course Elliot responded w/ a big ol’ kick!)
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