My man and I exposed our true character today in a Childbirth Preparation class. While others were listening intently, taking notes and asking questions, we were the couple making inappropriate comments under our breath. During part of the class, one husband was even massaging his wife's foot, which was propped up on his lap. Adversely, Tim and I poked each other in the ribs as we joked.
Our level of discomfort was pushed over the top with all the videos of scary bajingos and talk about needles, incisions & bodily fluids. (At one point, the instructor asked Tim if he needed oxygen. Seriously.) So what did we do to compensate? We made fun of the facial expressions on the poor, laboring mothers and the Chester mustaches on their husbands and doctors.
We're going to be fantastic parents.