you know, people, it really really really disturbs me to get SO MANY google hits that include the search term "pee." you people are sick. fe real.

so we started our childbirthing class last week. and about five minutes in to the very first class, i discovered two things.

a) there is in this class, as in every single class of any form i've ever taken, a "storyteller". you know, that one 'kid' who always wants to tell the 'teacher' a story on some barely remotely related topic? yeah, she's in there.

example: the instructor asked us to introduce ourselves and say whether we were having a boy or a girl, if we knew. one woman tells us that she's having a boy. "another boy" she says: "looks like i don't get a girl." and the storyteller -- whose turn to speak it clearly is NOT -- chimes in with "my family's exactly half and half."

so we all just stare at her like "who the eff cares?"

b) and the second thing i realized? that my husband does not know how to behave in public. ooooohhh yeah.

example: we are discussing the unpleasant reality that you may have a labor nurse that you do not 'click' with and how to handle that. the instructor is saying, "just send your coach down to the desk to politely request another nurse." what does my 'coach' LOUDLY whisper to the guy sitting next to us? "yeah, can we get a HOTTER nurse in here?" (lucky for him, i secretly thought it was funny, but gave him a go-to-hell look just for good measure.)