Last night was our second Bradley class. The topic: all breastfeeding, all the time. No joke, we spoke about the benefits and details of breastfeeding for nearly 2 hours. I can’t say that much of it was news to us, but then again, we seem to be more self-educated than the average parents-to be. As expected, the information given was VERY pro-breastfeeding, nearly to the point of equating formula feeding with poison. Since we have already committed to exclusively breastfeeding for a minimum of 3 months with 6 months as our ultimate goal, there wasn’t much to make us bristle in the subject matter. But I can certainly see how parents in different circumstances would feel a bit threatened and judged by the material.
But what would a birth class post be without an amusing anecdote? The class format last night was done by going around the room, answering the list of questions on a handout. We are sitting in a vague semi-circle like this: Straight Mom 1, Straight Dad 1, Straight Mom 2, Straight Dad 2, Lesbo Mom 1 (Strawberry, not pregnant), Lesbo Mom 2 (me, big and pregnant), Visiting Chiropractor sitting in for insight to the Bradley method. So the instructor starts going around the circle asking the questions. She asks SM 1, then SM 2, and then LM 1 (Strawberry), then Chiro. Totally skips the straight dads and me. For the next go round, Strawberry hands me the workbook to hold and sure enough, the instructor does SM 1, SM 2, LM 2 (me), and Chiro. Still leaving the straight dads out of the questions-go-round. It was pretty odd. I mean, either the non-pregnant partners should have been skipped completely or they should have been included. Those dads need to know the breastfeeding stuff just as much as Strawberry does. Sure, she can probably understand some of the info from a more personal perspective than they can, but she’s not going to be breastfeeding either. Once our babies are here, her role and theirs will be identical. In the end, no harm was done, and we aren’t sure if we should be more amused or offended by how things played out. Really, I think we inadvertently confused the instructor.
In other news, in the last week, stretch marks have begun in earnest. They are all on the underside of my belly going diagonally down below my pantyline. I can’t actually see them unless I use a hand mirror. And they itch like crazy, despite our generous application of moisturizers and/or oils 2 times a day. I can’t say that I am surprised by their appearance. We did take a picture of them for posterity, but I can’t share it here because they are so low it’s not really decent.