So any day now I could be a father. In honor of Kung Pao’s impending arrival, Mel and I decided to eat some Kung Pao Chicken for dinner. It only seemed appropriate, don’t you think? Maybe a little twisted in a “we’re eating our own baby” sort of way.
Don’t worry, we wouldn’t ever actually eat our own baby, although I have been teasing Mel about how we should eat the placenta.
I like to dance around the living room singing “Boil it, Mash it, Stick it in a Stew.”
She doesn’t like it.
No offense to anyone out there who did decide to eat the placenta (or save it, or plant a tree on it, etc.) I’ve been told some people do that. Whatevs, you know? Hell, I eat Cheetos, and that’s pretty questionable judgement, too.
Anyway, speaking of birthing, Huzzah! New question in the inbox! This one comes from my friend Liz:
What have you learned about birth from your online birthing class that you didn’t know before? Are you glad you took the course? And are you scared/excited/nervous for the actual event?
As Liz points out, Mel and I decided not to taking a formal birthing class. Instead, we opted to read the about.com article on birthing. Mostly, I think I learned that about.com is not a very reliable source of information. This article was terrible, and the lady that wrote it was a total hippy. But I did learn that (according to about.com) my primary responsibility during the birth process is to offer Mel massages. I’m gonna see if I can swap that around and get her to give me a few massages while we’re at the hospital.
But I am mostly an emotional pendulum, swinging back and forth between terrified and giddy excited. Oddly enough, I have been totally craving listening to Ace of Base recently, which I’m gonna go ahead and blame on Kung Pao since I don’t have any other good explanation. When it comes to parenting, I really have no idea what to expect, so here goes nothing.
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