Bored

In the first week or two of birth class, one of the videos we had to watch showed a woman and her partner (presumably her husband) laboring for their 5th or 6th child. Whilst this woman wailed away, moved her hips, and basically worked herself through labor her hubby stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders while staring into space as if he'd never been so bored in his life.

On the way home I of course exclaimed how terrified of birth I was (those videos were too graphic for my sensibilities) and then I turned to E and asked her if she was going to be bored while I was in labor. At the time, I was admittedly genuinely concerned. It quickly, however, became quite the joke. Whenever watching another gruesome birth video I would turn to Erin and remind her that she was probably going to be "bored" anyway.

Last night was our last birth class, and I can't say that I am disappointed although I learned a lot and enjoyed the people. At the end of each class, we have to go around and say how we're "feeling", something I am not so fond of since I only like to share my feelings with strangers on the internets. After all, I'm a bit of an introvert when it comes to feelings. Anyhow, I said my usual short and sweet kind of thing and passed the candle (yes, we pass the candle to the speaker) to E, who after giving a bit of background said:

"I promise you, in front of all of these people, that I will not be bored when you are in labor."

Needless to say, she drew - as she so often does - quite the laugh from the group.

Thank you, honey. I will try not to bore you.