Baby class

Well I haven't worked on the motorcycle yet (and probably won't for a while), but I did get Birkley's closet done.  Now our unborn child has a custom closet, I have a bad feeling about this.  If we are judging by weight, we now have more pink and purple stuff then my gun safe, and two hunting closets combined.  As I am writing this, I have an even worse feeling.  The weird part is that I am a willing participant in the out with the camo/gun stuff and in with the purple/pink stuff.  

When looked at from a distance it looks as if manhood is being completely stripped and I agree.  I am sure I am about 60 days from having an emotional breakdown.  I mean that in a good way. The way I don't even  know yet, but I am sure is going to happen.  It doesn't matter who tells you and how many times they do, I am pretty sure you can not know the feeling of a new child in your life unless you are in the driver's seat.

For a guy I think there are a few holy shit moments in your married life.  I am new to this, so I only know a few (and the rest scare the crap out of me.)  The ones I know go something like this 

Do we really need that many people at the wedding?

I do

This is forever, right?

I can't buy whatever I want?

We are pregnant

It's a girl

many many more to come

We had our first baby class last week, great time.  We had to meet a bunch of people that are also having a baby at about the same time so you think there would be a common thread.  You would be wrong except for the baby part.  You could watch the caravan of people carrying pillows and blankets down a heavily traveled street to the building we were all headed.  To make things worse, we were driving my dad's car because Britt's was in the shop and I can't park my truck where we were going.  This wouldn't be so bad but I gave my dad a goofy father's day gift of a vanity plate saying happiness is being jared's dad that he refuses to take of his car.  This will come into play later.

So the class starts and it's really not so bad.  Breathe in breathe out, dad's (coaches) don't be a jerk, you can't smoke on break, dads (coaches) can't pee during the break, Mcdonalds should give more breaks (we had an employee of the golden arches in the group), baby comes out here, etc.  The only problem I had was the fact that we had to wear stick on name tags and introduce ourselves.  The moms to be had to give the date and name and the "coaches" had to give their name (even though they were stuck to our chests) and tell everyone the characteristic that they want there baby to have that the mother has.  This made for a great time when the people showed up late and had no idea what they were doing.  One guy said "her eyes"....awesome.  I on the other hand was second to go and forgot to tell my name and the lady next to me was kind enough to tell everyone my name (in case they couldn't read it on my chest.)  If you are wondering, I said I hope Birkley has Britt's great attitude towards everything.  (I thought I did pretty well until miss perfect next to me reminded everyone I forgot my name.)  

After that it was smooth sailing.  We got out of the class and headed to our cars.  At that point I remembered I had a big dumb tag on my chest saying JARED and I was getting into a car (parked with everyone else) that said Happiness is being Jared's dad.  That stupid joke has bit me in the ass so many times it isn't funny.  On a side note, if you want to do something stupid like that, make sure it is actually useable.