Lost confused and looking for Inspiration - Stage 2

Well last night I attended by first NTC Class, I made the executive decision to pay for antenatal classes rather than relying on the NHS version and I think I've made the right choice. The group takes place above a lovely shop called Paper Treasures, which is full of yummies of varying types and will probably cost me a fortune every time I go in there.

Janine, the woman who runs the class, greeted each couple with a huge smile and a compelling welcome. K had his dress rehearsal so I turned up as the first eager bear with my mama in tow.

Janine made us feel very welcome and like all preg mums I goldilocks the chairs.

"This one was too hard, this one was too soft, ahhh this one is just right".

We were handed some reading material, which mama commandeered and I was left twiddling my thumbs smiling inanely at each new couple as they too did the goldilocks thing.

The group consisted of five couples, including me n mum, so a nice compact group. Once settled Janine divided us into two groups and we discussed the type of things we wanted to cover, I kind of joked “EVERYTHING” and once the lists were completed my initial smart Alec comment was fairly accurate.

Mama and I were banded together with two other couples, Annette and Tom a Swedish couple, who had me in stitches most of the time - bugger our prim English sentiments Annette wanted to know if anyone else was really pee'd off, excuse the pun, with leakage problems? And Sam and James, he thinks she nags and she thinks he doesn’t listen to her or understand what she is going through - sound familiar!!!!

The other two couples in the other group seemed fairly nice, a pharmacist (Jo) and her Dr husband (Ramesh) and a couple who arrived late so I didn’t get their names. To be honest, I seemed to be the most informed - all that Internet reading - and I’m also the furthest on. I’m not sure I’m going to learn anything more than I’ve already found out but if I can get K to attend I’m hoping that he will pick up a few bits an pieces on supporting me during the birth, other than saying “push and pant”, its got to be easier than trying to get him to read the bally books, and will also hopefully let him see that I’m not the only anal, criticising momma to be!

Tomorrow, Wednesday, I do battle with Alison, the MW. I’m going in armed with facts, figures and the reasoning that “Yes I may be controlling, but it’s MY birth”, if she can't support me I will ask for another MW.