Fun Times at Antenatal Class

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.

Now I can tell all the stories that have been secret.

A couple of Sundays ago, Steve and I were hanging out with a couple from church.  It was getting late, so we were preparing to take off and let our friends get their four kids to bed.  We were standing in the entryway talking to the wife, when I suddenly felt really terrible, and when Steve asked me if I was okay, I had enough time to say no before passing out on the floor.  I was enjoying myself in some very brightly-colored, swirly world, but Steve informs me that I freaked everyone right out and that the couple's kids were all gathered around me as my lips turned blue. I regained consciousness and advised the wife, who was on the phone with emergency services, that I was pregnant, which freaked everyone right out again (but in a happy way this time).  The wife was very pleased to discover that I was pregnant rather than epileptic and sent me home with a bag of maternity clothes and a second bag full of pregnancy-friendly foods, so it turns out that fainting has its perks.

Hey, It's an Announcement

I hate the smell of our new flat and I'm suspicious of the water.   Pretty sure the water is poisoned, and I fill up my water bottle at the university whenever I can in order to decrease the effects of my contaminated kitchen.  Steve doesn't think it's as much of a problem as I do.  He says I might not feel so strongly about it, if it weren't for my condition, but I'm pretty sure I'd find our flat smelly even if I weren't pregnant.