Mmmm ... Doughnuts

The Husband and I attended our "free", hospital sponsored birth class last night. I am most interested in the tour and the after care plus, ya know, some instruction on what one is to do with a baby.

Last night's class was about labor and childbirth. We know all about that already. We're pros. The class attendees were much more diverse than our Bradley class which is to be expected. I was surprised however that the racial makeup of the class was still not reflective of the city's demographics. There was a very young couple there - maybe 19 years old. I think that they get their highlights done at the same salon. Then there was another couple including a character whom I will refer to as Thuggy McThuggerson. They talked through the whole thing and played with their cell phones. There were nearly twenty couples total. It made me miss my Bradley classmates.

I have a problem that sprouted during pregnancy. Whenever a food is mentioned, I must have that food immediately. I just sounds so good. Last night when the instructor was discussing what the cervix looks like, she compared it to a malformed doughnut without a whole in the middle. For the next five minutes I sat there thinking "dooooughnut, mmmm, dooooughnut." I've turned into Homer Simpson.

I only makes sense that because the hospital elevator smelled like pizza on the way out, we had to stop buy Nino's to get a slice. Fortunately for us, The Husband was wearing his badge which allowed us to get the special "cop rate" because hey, cops... assistant district attorneys... they all play for the same team. And all this time I thought that the badge would only get us out of speeding tickets.