Today I received a letter in the mail confirming that we had successfully registered for the Childbirth Preparation class at St. Luke's Baptist, where you'll be born (or else).
I skimmed the letter quickly. Pretty standard stuff. Then I read this short paragraph near the end of the letter (please ignore its semi-atrocious grammar; it isn't my paragraph, but I still feel guilty about it).
"Please bring the following to class: 3 pillows, a blanket, pen & highlighter marker and your partner. Please wear comfortable clothing for practice on the mats."
I could picture, so clearly, your dad and me in a birthing class. And it made me laugh-sob hysterically for about 30 seconds.
I think that means I'm getting excited.
Your crazy, bloated, hormonal mother