PTSD

Apparently Scott was traumatized by our last newborn prep class - the one on breastfeeding twins. This morning we head off to our "Newborn Care" class and he had a few concerns to air:

This isn't going to be another one of those classes where women put baby dolls up to their boobs, is it? I don't think I can handle another one of those. That was just way too disturbing.

I don't mind learning about baby diapers and all of that stuff, but if I have to hear again about how some woman's breasts hang low and what should she do about it, I don't think I'm going to be able to keep a straight face.

The poor guy... wait until reality sets in at his own house. 30 weeks on Friday and everybody is growing like weeds, including me. Not much longer to go!