Graduation

Hubby and I officially graduated prenatal class last night. We have a certificate to prove it. We even got cake, mints and punch! Note: punch gives Jean heartburn.

We watched a comedy video as part of our closing ceremony celebrations. It was this guy talking about when he and his wife had their first child. Perhaps I am a humor-starved individual, perhaps my emotions are completely out of whack (that one's obvious), or perhaps everyone else in my class lacks a funny bone. I don't know. But I snorted, snickered, giggled, nearly wet myself through most of the video while everyone around me sat and politely smiled. It was one of those times when you finally think you have a hold of yourself and then this pig-like snorting laugh emits itself from your body unexpectedly and just scares the crap outta you and everyone around you. Laughs are like sneezes - the harder you try to hold them in the messier they get.

After a few other refreshers and reviews, we were given our certificate of completion which certifies us as something - though I am not sure what. Greatest parents ever because we took, passed and enjoyed prenatal class? Especially impressive students who never missed a class - even when mommy-to-be had a kidney infection? Total novices who got themselves knocked up and took a little class that allowed them to take home another human and attempt to keep it alive? Well, whatever it is, it was a vote of confidence in our direction.

We did enjoy prenatal class. It wasn't something we studied for and the test is actually not going to take place until D-day (delivery day). But it was fun to get a little education on what kind of things to expect - other than the baby of course.