Queen of Rambles

It was time for birthing class again and I am so sorry that we signed up for it. We have learned a bit of small and important information (such as what number to call when I go into labor and how to even know that I’m in labor), but overall the classes are torture. The teacher is a very nice woman and very knowledgeable, but she doesn’t have a shred of organization about her. They say teachers are the worst students, and I know that’s true. With that in mind, I tried not to be annoyed. I really did. Even when she was jumping around from subject to subject, telling anecdotes that had no correlation to the topic, and forgetting what she was going to say. It was hard, but I listened to her and didn’t roll my eyes a single time. After class I learned that Mike felt the same way I did, so now I feel like I am justified in being annoyed. I am not just being a bad control-freak teacher who can’t listen to other people. She’s just not a good teacher. I know she’s been doing the class for years, but I think she would still benefit greatly from an outline for the lesson. Then she could stick with the subject and not start telling us about the worst birth she’s ever attended when none of us really give a flying flip.

At least she’s nice and not cheesy, unlike the video she showed us tonight. It was all about relaxation techniques and must have been made in the 80s. Me and one of the partners probably need a detention because we kept guffawing all through the video. I just can’t sit and have a straight face when I’m being told to tell myself that I’m at peace with the world. And I may be a cynic, but I find the idea of visualizing myself in the womb with my child and asking him questions to be rather absurd. Or maybe it’s because it was suggested that this trip in the womb be visualized as the two of us free floating in the ocean. I have issues with the ocean. Any visual picture I have of myself floating in the ocean will include panic and terror as a giant fish rubs its slimy scales against me. A giant squid would probably try to suffocate my baby and serve the poor thing up for dinner. These thoughts do not relax me.

I’m sure a big part of my annoyance came from the pain I was feeling. I did the 48 hours of bed rest like a good girl and I do feel a whole lot better, but sitting in the car and then sitting in the very uncomfortable chairs at the class was extremely painful and I thought I was just going to have to get up and leave. I still don’t see how I am going to manage a car trip up to Toronto next weekend. I’m going to have a crying fit if I can’t go.

This entry is not going well. I am ready to throw this laptop out the window, kind of like I was ready to throw myself out the window at the birthing class. Too bad the offices are on the 11th floor. Why is it that I feel like I can’t find my muse when using the laptop? The letters are too small and I can’t really see what I’m writing. The way I’m sitting is hurting my neck. I am just not comfortable. I am ready to be DONE with this pregnancy. I have 11 weeks to go, which is longer than a grading period. I shouldn’t be this impatient already. Last week I was fine and this week I am ready to claw off my face.

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