Like a champ!

Big compliments to my normally weak-stomached husband. Not only did he refrain from barfing during the live birth video last night during childbirthing class, but he didn't squirm, look away, or even blink. He handled it like a champ! The film was pretty tame -- there was very little in the way of crotch shots, and there was much to make fun of in terms of the complete weirdos featured giving birth. One of the mothers had such a weird-looking belly and gross, biker-looking husband that you couldn't help but be distracted from the whole birth aspect. Another couple featured included a husband wearing my Duke football jersey, but also sporting a gold tooth and a whole bunch of suspicious-looking body art.

We did practice some breathing in class. The instructor made us close our eyes while we did it so we would't be self-conscious about breathing in front of other people. Huh? From what I can tell, the whole childbirthing process is all about completely losing your dignity anyway. I'm also confused as to why we had to sit on the floor to practice the breathing. All that did for me was to make it hard to get back up on my feet again. Poor Corey was trying to lounge comfortably on the floor in his suit, but it wasn't working.

Check out how Charlotte is coming along as she reaches the 32-week mark, according to BabyCenter.com:

By now, your baby weighs 3.75 pounds (pick up a large jicama) and is about 16.7 inches long, taking up a lot of space in your uterus. You're gaining about a pound a week and roughly half of that goes right to your baby. In fact, she'll gain a third to half of her birth weight during the next 7 weeks as she fattens up for survival outside the womb. She now has toenails, fingernails, and real hair (or at least respectable peach fuzz). Her skin is becoming soft and smooth as she plumps up in preparation for birth.

Jicama? Yeah, I don't eat that very often. I'm definitely starting to gain weight faster though. We'll see what the doctor thinks at my visit next week. After this visit, I have to start going once a week. We also need to come up with plans on how to get me to the hospital in case I can't get a hold of Corey in time and all sorts of preparations for animal care while we're at the hospital. Good thing we live so close to Williamson Medical Center!