Class Apart

Tonight we have another Dr’s appointment to hear the heartbeat of The Bump. I get so excited about this, but last night it suddenly dawned on me that I was going to be responsible for a tiny, living thing. Tomorrow night we are going to a parenting class, which is surely a misnomer. They will not actually teach me to be a parent, but rather they will teach Jen how to push a melon out of her body, and will teach me how to be supportive. “Surely I’ve already done my part?” I said to Jen. “I don’t really need to be there do I?” 3 Nights on the sofa made me realise that I do in fact need to be at the birth.