Last night was an experience and a half! Scott and I went to a breastfeeding class for future parents of twins. We had been assured that almost everyone would bring her spouse or at least a support person, but it turned out that Scott was the only guy in the room. This is a problem for a guy that can't hide what he's thinking - that can't laugh on the inside without turning beet red and snorting on the outside. And there were lots of reasons to snort and turn beet red...
Scott's put together exterior first started to crack when the instructor whipped two baby dolls up to her chest to demonstrate some of the positions that could be used with twins, complete with baby suckling noises. His resolve took a further nose dive when one classmate discussed how her breasts hang very low when her milk comes in. And he actually had to turn away when each of us was handed our own two dolls so there were 5 women at the same time with creepy looking dolls stuck to their chests.
God love him for making it through the whole thing while sitting next to one very freaked out wife... who had to put her swollen ankles up on his lap, naturally.
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