To skip or not to skip?
Four weeks ago, I plunked down $65 of Juan's hard earned money (I'd say it was MY hard earned money, but I'm at work doing this, so that right away takes away any right I have to say that it's hard-earned) in order to take 6 prenatal classes. We were promised: breathing techniques, relaxation techniques, information on pain-killing drugs (gimmee! gimmee!) and all sorts of useful information. So far, the only things I've gleaned are: A) the teacher has an agenda, and B) people sometimes forget to bring snacks on their assigned weeks which makes me grr... angry! And here's the kicker: the class is from 6:30-9:00. Well that runs right into dinner and bedtime!
So now I'm stuck. Do I skip? Six years of college has bred in me a fear of the random skip day--what if there's a quiz? What if this is THE lecture that the whole final paper turns on? I find that I'm getting more information about childbirth by drilling Shana and anyone else who has ever had a baby that I come in contact with. Perfect strangers are now being asked, "Did you have an epidural? How long was your labor? Did your baby have trouble latching on?" I find that real life experience is so much more helpful than a textbook and some lady who tells us that babies who were born with epidurals (gimmee! gimmee!) have a harder time breast feeding.
The problem is that we've already skipped one class, and come back the next week to astonished looks from squeaky clean, basketball belly mothers who say, "oh, we thought something had happened! We couldn't imagine someone skipping class!", who then forces me to lie and say that we were out of town. I hate it when people force me to lie so I don't look like an inconsiderate, future bad mother.
So I probably won't skip, mostly because of guilt that could either stem from financial reasons or plain ol' shame. Although it occurs to me that my time might have been better spent taking child rearing classes instead of child birthing classes, because the rearing, as I hear it, lasts a bit longer than the birthing and is probably a smidge tougher.
So should I be freaked over the birthing? Am I terrible for hating the prenatals? Is is too late to say "I changed my mind! I'll keep the baby in!" ?
So now I'm stuck. Do I skip? Six years of college has bred in me a fear of the random skip day--what if there's a quiz? What if this is THE lecture that the whole final paper turns on? I find that I'm getting more information about childbirth by drilling Shana and anyone else who has ever had a baby that I come in contact with. Perfect strangers are now being asked, "Did you have an epidural? How long was your labor? Did your baby have trouble latching on?" I find that real life experience is so much more helpful than a textbook and some lady who tells us that babies who were born with epidurals (gimmee! gimmee!) have a harder time breast feeding.
The problem is that we've already skipped one class, and come back the next week to astonished looks from squeaky clean, basketball belly mothers who say, "oh, we thought something had happened! We couldn't imagine someone skipping class!", who then forces me to lie and say that we were out of town. I hate it when people force me to lie so I don't look like an inconsiderate, future bad mother.
So I probably won't skip, mostly because of guilt that could either stem from financial reasons or plain ol' shame. Although it occurs to me that my time might have been better spent taking child rearing classes instead of child birthing classes, because the rearing, as I hear it, lasts a bit longer than the birthing and is probably a smidge tougher.
So should I be freaked over the birthing? Am I terrible for hating the prenatals? Is is too late to say "I changed my mind! I'll keep the baby in!" ?
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