So, our first birthing class was all about breastfeeding which I was really interested in because I am going to wholeheartedly try and breastfeed. At first I didn't think I would even try because if you aren't dedicated it won't work any way. But the more I read and more she moves around in there, the more I feel the need to breastfeed. Which is a funny thing, because I am certainly for formula feeding...I mean I was formula kid and so was Amy and we have both been very healthy and don't have major allergy problems. But the fact is my mom couldn't breastfeed, she didn't produce milk. So hopefully Fay and I will get along great and become pros at feeding!
The second class we missed because Dave and I were too tired to go last week, and we didn't even tell the teacher we weren't coming. Which is very unlike us...we normally never just not show up for something. I felt like I was skipping school. The main points they covered were when to go to the hospital, which she reviewed again last night....thankfully, because that was one of the main things I wanted to get out of these classes. You are supposed to call the Dr or go to the hospital when your contractions last 1 min, are 5 mins apart, for an hour, or when your water breaks.
Last nights class covered the pain medications available, and when to ask for the epidural, which I paid very close attention to. The RN conducting the class is named Janet and she does a really good job of not making the discussions lame or awkward, we both like her a lot. She also showed the birthing video that we had been dreading, Dave and I turned our heads when it got really graphic, as Dave said "he doesn't want to see it when its me and our baby much less some gross woman on the video." This was really the only part of the night we could have done without. Then we walked through some breathing exercises. Which I initially thought would be stupid, but were surprisingly good. I have a really hard time relaxing to just get a massage much less have a baby so I honestly think I could really use some of what we practiced last night, because even though I want the epidural, things happen and I could end up not getting it, and I want to be prepared.
All in all baby class is pretty interesting, and it makes me feel more in control of something I know I have no control over. Most people have said the classes are lame, which they are a little hokey but you have to have a sense of humor about this whole process...
On another note, I promised myself I would not use this blog to complain about weight gain, as it is a necessary evil in order to have a baby. But my arms are fat...there is no other way to put it. They are fat and so is my ass/thighs. Plain and simple that's all there is to it, and I pray I don't have a c-section so I can start exercising sooner. I was able to keep up a regular workout routine through about 6 months, then it got to where I couldn't do enough to even break a sweat, which is the part I like about working out, and it made my round ligament pain worse, so I have basically given up, which I am sure to regret come labor and delivery. But once you get the fat bug its hard to get motivated because these pounds ain't coming off until after she is here, regardless of how hard I work. Its actually pretty frustrating...because normally when I feel bad about how I look I just take that frustration out in my spin class or body pump. But these days I can't get that satisfaction because I can't even get on the stupid bike!
Just a few more weeks and she will be here and all will be forgiven, but I must loose these pounds because otherwise I will have no clothes, and I cannot wear these maternity clothes one second longer than I have to...there is really no other alternative but to fit back into my skinny jeans. I have high hopes for my return to the gym, I just hope hope I have enough energy to get there.
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