Yesterday Josh and I went to our final Lamaze class at Ministry Saint Michael's Hospital. We talked about newborn care and breastfeeding during the first part of class then we got to practice labor positions and of course breathing.

There were two women missing from class both due right around the same time as me. We know that one of the couples had their baby not sure where the other woman was. 

The instructor pulled some ceritificates of completion from the podium and looked around the room commenting on how she wasn't sure if she would remember everyone's names because not everyone was wearing their name tags. Josh and I were because we're good students...or so we thought. She approached us first and flipped through her stack of papers only to discover she did not have one for us. Everyone else in class got one and she had two certificates left over with the names of the missing people, but no certificate for us. 

Even the cheaters from quiz week got one. LOL.

Of course everyone joked that we didn't pass the class and that we'd have to come back again next week. Josh turned to me and said, "You know it's because you laughed in the first class right?" LOL. 

The instructor said she'd mail it to us. I guess we can't officially say we passed until we get that piece of paper :)