Comments on: Our Birthing Class Denouement http://heirapparent.frantzylvania.com/2008/05/09/our-birthing-class-denouement/ Tales from the Edge of Parental Sanity Tue, 24 May 2011 04:36:00 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: Phil Elmore http://heirapparent.frantzylvania.com/2008/05/09/our-birthing-class-denouement/comment-page-1/#comment-122 Phil Elmore Mon, 12 May 2008 12:19:44 +0000 http://heirapparent.wordpress.com/?p=76#comment-122 Hello. I am apparently the man you dubbed "sensitive guy" in the blog about...week four, was it? I have to say it's an odd sensation to read a blog about something I participated in; your record of the various classes touches on things we, too, considered while attending. (More specifically, after you got dressed up and 'gave birth' during that one class, I asked Faith -- I think you had left the room at that point -- "Uh, what was the point of that exercise? To show us all the paraphernalia involved in giving birth, or just to humiliate that fellow?" In retrospect, I shouldn't have supplied her with the answer.) Good luck with the birth. Hello. I am apparently the man you dubbed “sensitive guy” in the blog about…week four, was it? I have to say it’s an odd sensation to read a blog about something I participated in; your record of the various classes touches on things we, too, considered while attending. (More specifically, after you got dressed up and ‘gave birth’ during that one class, I asked Faith — I think you had left the room at that point — “Uh, what was the point of that exercise? To show us all the paraphernalia involved in giving birth, or just to humiliate that fellow?” In retrospect, I shouldn’t have supplied her with the answer.) Good luck with the birth.

]]> By: billandjill.com http://heirapparent.frantzylvania.com/2008/05/09/our-birthing-class-denouement/comment-page-1/#comment-123 billandjill.com Sat, 10 May 2008 01:54:48 +0000 http://heirapparent.wordpress.com/?p=76#comment-123 Well written. I've done this three times since 2004, and I've always approached it with the same amount of trepidation and shakiness. By the time the placenta comes out, I'm almost finished sobbing uncontrollably in front of the roomful of strangers, and the doctor begins sewing my wife's perineum back together with something that looks like a cross between a whale bone and an FM antenna. When our third son was born 5 months ago, I took a picture of that veiny bag of filtration and sent it out to a select few with the header "Sam's Roommate". I'd share it with you, but you don't want to drink milk out of that dog. It's much more meaningful when it spills out of your own wife. And as for a decrease in Wii-time, when our first was born in Oct 2004, I'd been playing 'Crimson Skies' on my X-Box for about two years, and was ranked #9 in THE WORLD. I've played it twice since then, and enough time had passed between those times to allow all my years of perfect games and stats to be reset due to inactivity. My Bulldog was no longer feared throughout Chicago. Dagger. <em>"And of course there was me, noting all of it for this blog entry"</em> Stay out of my mind! Good luck, my man. You're on the edge of a great adventure. Well written.

I’ve done this three times since 2004, and I’ve always approached it with the same amount of trepidation and shakiness. By the time the placenta comes out, I’m almost finished sobbing uncontrollably in front of the roomful of strangers, and the doctor begins sewing my wife’s perineum back together with something that looks like a cross between a whale bone and an FM antenna.

When our third son was born 5 months ago, I took a picture of that veiny bag of filtration and sent it out to a select few with the header “Sam’s Roommate”. I’d share it with you, but you don’t want to drink milk out of that dog. It’s much more meaningful when it spills out of your own wife.

And as for a decrease in Wii-time, when our first was born in Oct 2004, I’d been playing ‘Crimson Skies’ on my X-Box for about two years, and was ranked #9 in THE WORLD. I’ve played it twice since then, and enough time had passed between those times to allow all my years of perfect games and stats to be reset due to inactivity. My Bulldog was no longer feared throughout Chicago. Dagger.

“And of course there was me, noting all of it for this blog entry”

Stay out of my mind!

Good luck, my man. You’re on the edge of a great adventure.

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