Yesterday we went to the first of a series of classes to help us get ready for Bassou's arrival. It was called "Childbirth 1-2-3" but it was more like "Childbirth for Dummies Afraid of Pain." We learned a lot, like different positions to manage labor, and it was good to be able to ask questions about epidurals and other options. I was glad we chose GWUH since it truly is a one stop shop. Two of the other couples were going to other hospitals, and I was reassured that MoBob and I were in good shape information- and preparation-wise. Like knowing whom I can call in case I need a lactation consultant, in addition to the one at GW (i.e. the one recommended by the mommy group and the staff at the Breastfeeding Center). MB and I were probably most traumatized though by the instructor's knit version of a uterus and cervix which she used to demonstrate how everything moves during labor and delivery...resulting with a little yellow dog that emerged.
Since we were so close anyway I continued on to the Kennedy Center while MB returned home to see the sad Redskins game. Even though I arrived an hour before showtime, there were already hundreds of people lined up for The Schoolhouse Rock 40th Anniversary Sing-A-Long. I was lucky to get a seat on one of the staircases, and people actually stood for the whole performance. It was just wonderful, but I suspect it was more wonderful for the adults than it was for the kids.
I had another ultrasound today. Bassou looked and sounded fine. The technician vigorously moved my stomach twice to get a reaction out of Bassou. At one point he asked if I felt something and I said no. Despite all the excitement I just can't tell.