Neo-Neocon a very interesting blogger in her own right, has titled her post today
Lamaze class and Obama: the morning after .
This is what she says:
Whatever could the connection be between Lamaze class and President Obama?
When I was pregnant I went to Lamaze class to learn breathing and relaxation techniques that would help me during my delivery. I was a pretty good student. I practiced assiduously, and when my husband squeezed my hand (or whatever paltry exercise was supposed to simulate the pain of labor) I huffed and puffed right through it like a champ.
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others, but for me Lamaze class turned out to be something between a cruel joke and a cruel lie.
She goes on to equate labor as being very hard and quite a surprise, but nothing compared to what comes later for the next, 21 or so, years. I had a little chuckle at her analogy, but it is very good. Read it all.
Ruth, my first wife and I had our child born at home, as planned. We had been given a book by our Lamaze instructor that said that in our lovemaking, I gave my wife a gift and at birth she was returning it to me. So that should be a tender loving moment also. I clearly remember my wife threatening to kill me if I touched her one more time.