Not Exactly Netflix

This week's childbirth class was all about movie night. We watched several videos of women in all stages of labor and one video of the valiant "Deborah" from the first signs of labor all the way to the big event. Needless to say, we skipped the popcorn.

Tim did great during this whole thing and didn't show any signs of turning green. I would have been proud of him except I was too busy...hyperventilating. Well, not exactly, but it was definitely difficult to watch those poor womens' faces slowly turn different shades of red and purple (the births were all 'natural').

Famous last words, but after watching that I think I'd honestly rather be the one going through it myself than the one having to watch my loved one go through it (especially knowing I had a hand in it...not that I'd remind Tim of that or anything). Tim, of course, is enjoying this brief moment of my sympathy and is smart enough to realize that it won't last past the first contraction. Contrary to what these moms on camera did (with some very clever film editing, I'm sure) and despite the fact that our nurse/instructor says it's not very common, I fully expect to be the irate mother-in-labor, cursing like a sailor and throwing any object that is not tied down. Tim's Father's Day basket will include a set of earplugs for filtering everything I say, and a full set of football padding, complete with helmet. Go Team Meyer!