We just returned from our first antenatal class. I missed quite a bit of it, because about 20 minutes in, while the midwife was showing us how the little plastic baby comes through the little plastic pelvis and hits the pelvic floor, I suddenly felt very warm and very light-headed, not unlike the time I passed out at our friends' house in early pregnancy. Just as I was saying to Steve that I didn't feel right, the midwife noticed that I'd gone pale and we all got to stop our class in order for the midwife to pull out a mat for me to lie on on the floor and for someone else's husband to go fill me a cup of water and for my own husband to fetch me some chocolate-covered peanuts. Oh, good times, good times.
The second episode of light-headedness was equally fun, after I'd returned myself to the table and then thought, "I don't think everything is supposed to look so light and airy," and took myself back to my mat on the floor. It was like being a kindergarten student during naptime or storytime. Except the story was about water birth.
The midwife says I'm probably anemic. Steve is hoping this means we get to eat more red meat. It actually means that we will be eating more chocolate.
3 comments:
You probably are anemic. And perhaps traumatized by the image of how a baby actually exits. How about you take care of yourself??? No more of this.
I was actually concerned that people would think I was about to pass out from the idea of birth (even though that plastic baby is pretty stinkin' small and looks like he can slip right out).
Passing out from the idea of birth--that would have been funny. You could have said "I quit!" Enjoy the chocolate!
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