Last night Josh and I attended our first Lamaze class at Ministry Saint Michael's Hospital. Everything was going great. We got a nice little book that walks us through the steps of labor and tells us what's going to happen and the instructor did her best to tell us what it will be like and even used props. We got to watch Bill Cosby's "Natural Child Birth" and you would've though that would've gotten the giggles out of me, but no.
Yesterday afternoon Josh and I were emailing back and forth about our upcoming class and in one of the messages I asked "so how many times do you think I'm going to laugh tonight?" His response was, "the question is not how many times it's whether or not you'll be able to stop." As you may recall when we went to the doctor to hear the baby's heartbeat for the first time I laughed and couldn't stop laughing and messed up the whole thing. And I have a habit of laughing at the most inappropriate times.
Well, it turns out he was right. When we got to the end of class we were all laying on the floor with moms on the mats and dads sitting or laying behind us rubbing our backs as the instructor tried to paint a relaxing picture of us on a beach with the warm sun warming our bodies from our heads down. As she was painting this picture she asked us to imagine laying on a towel on the beach and feeling our arm and shoulder sink slowly into the sand and I started imagining quicksand type sinking. So I started to giggle. Then Josh whispered, "Stop!" That made me laugh even more because I started thinking about the emails we were sending earlier. Josh whispered, "Relax. Focus." I was giggling as quietly as possible so one said anything, but I knew I had embarrassed him. I did eventually pull myself together.
We'll see if I can make it through the next class acting like an adult.