It's important to have clear expectations

Dave and I had our first childbirth class yesterday. A round of introductions, watch the birthing video and talk about general pregnancy woes vs. real warning signs. The instructor is very ... perky. And tends to get off track with stories about her kid or previous class members. I doubt if we'll ever get out at the 5:00 pm end time.
I think the big, gross video of a live birth has lost a bit of its impact. After all, I just have to flip the channel to TLC during the day and I can pretty much see the same thing.
Except for the emergence of the placenta. That was nasty. No one needs to see that.
So, I told Dave after class, these are the rules:

1. You stay up by my head. (And definitely NO photos or video below the waist. Who the heck would be allowed to watch
it?!? That certainly wouldn't be included in the iMovie!)
2. After The Peanut arrives, you follow it around. Take as many pictures as you want of the naked, screaming baby. Avoid seeing what happens to me afterwards at all cost. Blech.
3. Cut the cord, don't cut the cord. Don't care. You can make that choice on the spur of the moment if you want. I don't think The Peanut or I will remember whether you do or don't.

He seemed okay with all those.
He also was okay with telling the class we were naming our kid Pork Chop. I know this because he did it.
Oh, and as the instructor was discussing early labor, she mentioned that you could eat/drink "clear" things. Someone in the class suggested water. My husband suggested vodka.
Hee. He's funny.
It's not really the sort of class you take pictures in, but of course we have Super Cute Echo Dog Pictures.






Echo looking cute, as viewed from above.












Echo likes to lick the leftovers out of my yogurt carton.