Yesterday, we went to a whole day Childbirth class at the hospital I'm giving birth in. It wasn't your regular lamas class that focuses on relaxing and breathing patterns. If anything, it was like a nostalgic revisit of a high school sex ed class, equipped with visual aids and a VHS presentation of the "Miracle of Life". Much of what was covered, I had already read about or heard about.
But still, somehow it felt (at least to me) as if we had just completed all there is to be done... and now it's trully just a waiting game.
Mike and I are both hanging on the edge...
The anticipation is probably something I could never put into words. I'm not "due" for another 2 weeks, but what the hell does that mean anyway?
I'm tired of waiting... I want to hold my baby...
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