Seriously
Now that I've had a whole day to decompress, I'm still SO amazed that when you have a baby, milk comes out of your boobs. That was such news to me.

Still glad we gave up 3 hours to learn that. And hear a horror story about a dead baby.

No, I'm not kidding. She talked about a dead baby. In a room full of pregnant women. In front of Andrea and I, who in the last few years, have had friends lose a total of 7 babies. 7. Do you think for a day of this pregnancy that some thoughts of those little lives didn't creep into our minds, that we're not making some decisions about what we do with this pregnancy and birth based on the horrific and sad things our friends went through?

We most certainly are and I did NOT need to be reminded about that topic by a woman who was almost flippant about it.

Ya know, the more I think about it and the more we talk about, I'm pretty sure we're going to cancel next week's class. If we don't know how to care for a baby by this point, after 2 years of doing much of everything for the girls, with an expert mom watching us, then I'm pretty sure we're screwed anyway.