Inactive birthing class

Recently, Erin and I attended an active birthing class.  We went to learn some ways to make childbirth more bearable and so I could learn breathing and massaging techniques to hep Erin.

We started with a meditation.  Erin had to lie on her favoured side and I lay on my back. The leader of the group spoke to us and relaxed us.  He took a long time to relax us making sure we were very relaxed.  After a while he asked the relaxed men to place their hands in between our partner's shoulder blades.  A few seconds after he had said this Erin nudged me to see why I hadn't done as he asked.  There was a reason.  A big one.  I had relaxed so much into the meditation, I had fallen asleep.  I had no idea where my hand was supposed to be, what I should be doing or where I really was. Erin looked at me and whispered: 'Remember why we're here.' 

Oops.

To be fair I haven't been well and I'm still not completely over some fluey symptons. 

After that little mishap I concentrated.  Lots of breathing and massage and general birthing tips then came our way.  

Place your bets

Ok,  so I've noticed that this blog is getting a few more hits on average per day.  I know it's not because the writing is getting any better, so it must be that you all realise that the baby could come any time now.

And if you didn't know that, well, the baby could come any time now.  Erin's at 37 weeks which is full term. The baby is now ready for the real world, but of course, might be a little shy.

So we thought it would be a good idea for whoever reads this to guess when the baby will finally arrive.  You have from now until week 42.  That's until around January 12th.

So leave your dates in the comments section.  The winner gets to push the Bugaboo.  Around the block.  Twice.

On a side note...A very big congratulations to Adi who recently became a doctor.  I  don't think it's the kind of doctor we're going to need very soon, but still very exciting. 

Christmas cookies

Last night we had a few friends over for Erin's Annual Christmas Cookie Decorating.

It sounds nerdy and it is. One of the boys who was painstakingly designing a psychedelic Christmas tree simply said: 'If only my 18 year old self could see me now.'

With all the preparations and baking during the day Erin was quite tired. She was also uncomfortable with the baby positioning itself with what seems to be his or her elbow in between Erin's lungs and ribs. Half way through the evening Erin got up and as she was stretching, started chatting with one of our friends. The next thing we heard was this: 'Oh yes I can feel it. It's so nobbly. It really is very nobbly. I think you've got a monster in there.'

The other girls went over to see what was going on while the boys started singing What's that In Erin's Belly, Is It A Monster? to the tune of The Automatic's Monster.

If Erin did have a monster in her belly, that would be scary. She doesn't, so it's not. But what was truly frightening was when someone got a little carried away with one of their creations and ended up with Ginger The Funky Angel.

You've never seen anything like it.