He married me for my brains

As I mentioned, last night we had prenatal class. This particular session briefly covered labor positions - some of which look significantly more complicated than this pregnant body will be able to manage. After that 20 minute discussion we moved on to the main event - carseat safety lecture from our friendly chubby police officer. Halfway through his lecture he asked a question of the class - what are the three collisions that occur in a car accident? The first chic the officer arbitrarily called on got really really flustered. Her answer was "like, you mean, a head on collision?" No, that’s not right. [Side bar: this girl is way skinny and her baby bump is the size of a volleyball. You can't be smart and skinny! In a sick twisted way I was glad.] So he calls on someone else who answers correctly "car to tree or car to car". Next person got their answer right as well, "objects in car to car or body to car interior". And then he starts looking around the room for his final victim.

This doesn’t happen to me very often, but every so often it does and I really get a kick out of it. I am sure it happens to my smarty-pants brother much more often. My heart rate increased, my eyes lit up, my back straightened.

I KNEW the answer!! I WANTED him to call on me. So I made eye contact. It worked.

"Jean, what’s the third collision?"
"Probably the organs in your body being thrown around inside"
"YES! That’s right!"

The class cheered. Okay, maybe not. Actually no one said a word. But I was proud of myself. I resisted the urge to elbow hubby and smile smuggly.

The rest of the night was an avalanche of information. If you have this type of carseat, do this. If you have this type of car, do this. If this happens, you have to adjust that. By the end of class, hubby and I had that overwhelmed-staring-thing happening. We went home and began reading, researching and reviewing our manuals and carseat equipment.

After putting it all away for another brain-draining time, we collapsed onto the couch and chair. And this is the conversation that took place.

J - So what did you think of my answer to the collision question?
B - Good grief. I couldn’t believe you knew that.
J - I remembered that from Drivers Ed!
B - I married you for your brains.
J - I don’t know if I am offended or ...
B - You WERE the only one taking notes
J - Really? The only one?
B - Yes. The only one.

So we are the official nerds of prenatal class. Next week we are wearing polo shirts buttoned to the very top button, thick glasses and pocket protectors.