Today was the “Conscious Fathering” class, where a bunch of guys sat around and played with dolls. There was the prerequisite comparisons to football and car tachometers, but overall not too shabby. For some reason, I think it’ll be the only pregnancy class I take where participants are drinking Full Throttle energy drinks and taking smoke breaks.
Tomorrow is the breastfeeding and parenting class, which I will be attending alone (Kim’s still on bed rest of course). For some reason I’m feeling some nervous about being a man sitting in a room surrounded by pregnant women talking about their boobs.
Wish me luck.