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.
I made a tape of favorite music to soothe me between pains. I packed a little bag to take with me. In short, I was all prepared.
Except I wasn’t, as it turned out. Not at all. I don’t know about
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.