We would like you to leave, please

Before our daughter was born, we thought it would be a good idea to take some prenatal classes.

You know, just to try and prepare ourselves, mentally and physically, for what was to come.

We both thought we may learn some exercises or positions that would help with discomfort during labour. Maybe practice some breathing techniques to use to ease the pain.

What we did not expect was a quasi- Home Economics class straight out of the 1950s.

The instructor showed us (mostly the husbands) how to use the dishwasher. How do to a load of laundry. Talked about how to cook a meal. WTF

Rob and I giggled, looked knowingly at each other and basically annoyed the teacher from start to finish.

Then, the straw the broke the camel’s back!

The teacher called on me and asked who I would call if I was in the hospital and my husband needed help finding something at the grocery store.

Although it is 23 years later, I still stand behind my answer 100%.

I replied, completely straight faced: I would call a divorce lawyer.

I then turned to the rest of the Stepford Wives and said, “And if your husbands don’t already know all of this stuff, WHY ARE YOU MARRIED TO THEM AND HAVING A CHILD?”

At this point we were kindly, yet firmly, asked to leave the class because “clearly [we were] not taking it seriously enough!

Lesson learned? Babies are going to be born whether you have pre-natal training or not!

** And mine have both lived 20 and 23 years.