Baby Class

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I have signed us up for a baby class. Ryan is thrilled by the idea (note sarcasm). We had our first class this last week. I will say that I told Ry going into this that we probably won't learn anything earth shattering in this class, but it is part of the experience.

So, last Monday night we went to the first class. We did the usual: played an ice breaker with the other soon to be parents, watched a video on what happens when your labor actually begins, I got a back massage and then we did some breathing exercises.

This is officially when I lost Ryan. As our instructor, Norel, asked us to breath in, 2, 3, 4 and out, 2, 3, 4 I could tell Ryan was beginning to chuckle. In fact, I was supposed to be leaning back on him and had to pull myself away from him so I wouldn't go down with him. To his credit, he composed himself enough to continue.

Then, for the remaining 10 minutes we were all told to lie down on the floor, in whatever style was comfortable. After convincing Ryan that no, I did not want to spoon, we settled in. Norel turned the lights off and thus began our relaxation. As she walked us through our bodies, head to toe and asked us to relax each and every muscle, she started asking rhetorical questions like, "Where are you?", "Are you on water?", etc.

About the time she was asking questions, someone (thank goodness it wasn't me) passed some gas. Not a lot, but a very obvious passing of gas nonetheless. I had to hold back a few chuckles, but Ryan ... he wasn't doing so well. I wish I could somehow give you the visual of Ryan in a fetal position with his entire back shaking from trying to hold in his laughter. In order to disguise the fact that he was trying not to laugh, he started coughing - enough for Norel to ask me if he was alright. Yes, I assured her he was.

Once the relaxtion portion had ended, Norel went around the room and asked where we all "were." Honestly, I hadn't "gone" anywhere, but she decided to start with me, so I said a beach. Next came Ryan. Since he wasn't paying attention she had to ask him three times before I hit him on the back and told him she was asking him. He responded that he was in a hammock. Okay ... whatever. The oddest thing ... as she went around the room, some people answered with:

"Well, I was on the Mississippi and then went to a beach."

"I was at Dale Hollow."

Seriously? You really went there? Maybe they did. I don't know. And maybe next time I'll be able to travel somewhere too ... and hopefully take along my junior high husband. :)