I thought I was ready. But, I really wasn't.
After this past weekend's prenatal course, I don't think I'm ready. But, I really am.
The term "Lamaze class" always conjured up visuals of pregnant women in a circle on mats doing breathing excersizes listening to ocean waves. That's a straight up lie. That image is to get you into that class. Then they sit you down and slap you silly with the truth. For 7 painful hours.
Educational? Well.. I guess that's a way to describe it.
I don't think I EVER needed to know what an episiotomy was.
(go ahead.... look it up. I dare you.)
