2nd trip to class

I learned an important lesson at the second class.  The husband/coach is a dip shit.  We (I) forgot pillows, blanket, and book.  I thought we may look a little unorganized.  I was wrong.  I looked like an idiot, because the pregnant wife (who makes sure I wear pants during the week) has no resposibility.  So we did it without a blanket or pillows.  It has been a long time since I have been that physically miserable and I can't imagine how Britt felt.  

So we got to watch a couple of natural births and that has made me very glad that I never have to go through it.  I am such a baby, I'm kinda worried about cutting the cord.  It really gave me a whole new respect for what Britt is going to do in September.  We were watching the head go through the pinhole and all I could think about was the layers of stuff I would feel the scissors go through when I cut the cord.  Don't get me wrong, I'm sure I will be in the moment and supporting my wife throughout the birth, but while watching the birth I was watching the husband and what he was suppose to do.  I am still kind of apprehensive about cutting the cord, and this is coming from someone who wants to see the afterbirth.

Back to me being a dip-shit.  As we left, we appologized again for not remembering our pillows and blankets.  The teachers said these exact words;  well it is always his fault so it is a good thing he is cute.  Those are the exact words I tell the guys that work with me when they mess up so they get pissed and don't do it again.  When I say it, I mean it sarcastically.  I kind of hope she meant it as a backhanded compliment.  I had nothing to say to it, I just smiled, hopefully cutely.