One liners
I have been the recipient of two baby showers so far, and I would call them thunderstorms instead of showers. The Rev. and I have been overwhelmed by everyone's generosity, and I think it is safe to say that co-workers and congregants are just as excited about this baby as we are.
Everytime I open a box that has a little outfit in it, I realize that in 8 weeks I will have a baby that will be wearing these clothes. I have received several onesies, and I especially love receiving the onesie with a cute expression on it:
"Party in my crib at 2 a.m."
"Poop is my business. Business is good."
"Tax Deduction" (but only if he comes before the 31st!)
"Holy Frijoles" (with three beans adorned with halos and wings)
The Rev. and I are also taking what we call "turbo childbirth" this weekend. Given that our schedules do not allow for a 6 week class on childbirth techniques, we opted for a weekend class that crams it all into two sessions, lasting about 6 hours each. I wouldn't call it turbo anymore. We went at a snail's pace, and I knew I was in for it when the instructor whipped out a poster of the woman's anatomy and said, "This is your uterus." Um, yeah, I know that, which is how I got here in the first place. I know I had a hard time not rolling my eyes as she went through the anatomy that every female on the earth possesses, but I knew I could not look at The Rev. because I knew he was rolling his eyes. The six hour class could have been conducted in two hours if she had asked for a show of hands before the class when asking the question, "Does everyone in here know how they got pregnant?" I used to be a public school teacher; I know I had fourteen year old students who got pregnant and weren't really clear on the whole biology of reproduction, but we had four other couples in the class who were no where near being teen-aged, and as we exchanged glances with one another, I was silently thinking about the child developement class I had as a senior in high school. I'm pretty sure everyone else had been in a class similar to it also.
We have one more class today, and given that it is Sunday, and we are all pretty bright students, maybe she will give us a hall pass and let us out early.
Everytime I open a box that has a little outfit in it, I realize that in 8 weeks I will have a baby that will be wearing these clothes. I have received several onesies, and I especially love receiving the onesie with a cute expression on it:
"Party in my crib at 2 a.m."
"Poop is my business. Business is good."
"Tax Deduction" (but only if he comes before the 31st!)
"Holy Frijoles" (with three beans adorned with halos and wings)
The Rev. and I are also taking what we call "turbo childbirth" this weekend. Given that our schedules do not allow for a 6 week class on childbirth techniques, we opted for a weekend class that crams it all into two sessions, lasting about 6 hours each. I wouldn't call it turbo anymore. We went at a snail's pace, and I knew I was in for it when the instructor whipped out a poster of the woman's anatomy and said, "This is your uterus." Um, yeah, I know that, which is how I got here in the first place. I know I had a hard time not rolling my eyes as she went through the anatomy that every female on the earth possesses, but I knew I could not look at The Rev. because I knew he was rolling his eyes. The six hour class could have been conducted in two hours if she had asked for a show of hands before the class when asking the question, "Does everyone in here know how they got pregnant?" I used to be a public school teacher; I know I had fourteen year old students who got pregnant and weren't really clear on the whole biology of reproduction, but we had four other couples in the class who were no where near being teen-aged, and as we exchanged glances with one another, I was silently thinking about the child developement class I had as a senior in high school. I'm pretty sure everyone else had been in a class similar to it also.
We have one more class today, and given that it is Sunday, and we are all pretty bright students, maybe she will give us a hall pass and let us out early.
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