Hooray for middle of the night blogs. Without them, there would be nothing.
I wanted to write! Brock and I had childbirth classes this weekend. It was an adventure.
Mostly, we discovered that what a normal couple expects when they go into labor and head into the hospital is a piece of cake, give or take some icing, when compared to what we’ve already been through. I think both of us left the class with a huge feeling of relief – we’re going to be able to handle this one.
It was a very general class with a little discussion about a lot of topics, and offered a look at every style and method of delivery. I thought that was nice. I’m not really into any of the ‘methods’ of delivery – I think my body can pretty much take care of the business. But it was nice to learn some of the most effective positions, breathing techniques, massage techniques, and what to generally expect.
My next doctors appointment is on Tuesday. After this, they are weekly. I only have 35 days left until my little boy gets here.
I also have to be completely honest. I used to have full faith in Brock, after ‘gifting’ him the baby name, that he would choose something perfect. But I have been getting more and more nervous that he’s going to pick something I hate, and I’m going to be bitter about it, or we will fight. He keeps making these references to giving the boy 4 names instead of the standard 3… and I don’t want to do that. I also don’t want to have him go by his middle name, but I already freaking lost that battle. Why does he have to push everything to the point where I just say &#$! it? I want to love our baby name too.
I told him I didn’t want him to consider giving the baby 4 names in order to ‘fit’ one of the names I liked in there, and his response was, “I don’t want to fit any of your names in. I want 3 of the names I like.” That crushed me a little bit. Now I don’t know what to think. Yep… crying as I write this. It really matters to me.