Pumps and Circumcision

So Anna punched me in the mouth during baby class last night. Claims it was an accident, but you know Anna.

Otherwise not much of note happened. We practiced swaddling and changing the diaper of a plastic child. I chose a black plastic boy named Diana. Turns out changing diapers is a piece of cake as long as there's not, well, a piece of cake in there once you open it.

Also learned that as long as you support the neck and butt of a baby, you won't drop it. Like father, like son I suppose. A few interesting quotes this time around:

"If you have people who want to offer to clean your house for you or cook your food or you—let them. Take them up on it. Let them do whatever they'll do."

-teacher, on post partum activities

"If she comes in and starts rubbing your fundus, that's normal."

-teacher, on something called "fundal massage"

And now, having officially graduated having a baby class, we'll venture (hopefully) into more pleasant subjects.