Breast is best!

Sorry to freak anybody out with the title of this post. I had my breastfeeding class last night. The one class that Josh firmly refused to go to. I didn't push the issue - it's not often that he doesn't negotiate on things like this with me, but this time I could tell he meant business. As I drove to the hospital I noticed the feeling of dread starting to rise within me. Not just because I was going to spend an entire Thursday evening looking at the female anatomy with strangers, but because what if, heaven help me, we had to practice any techniques (clothed of course)???? How embarassing! As I analyzed every way I could think of to skip the class, I knew I was stuck thanks to the money I'd paid to register and the fact that there wouldn't be another one offered before JJ's arrival. So I went. And crazy enough, I loved every minute of it. I don't know if it was the instructor or the amount of information I obtained or what, but I left there feeling like the breastfeeding champion of the world. Granted, it will likely all fall apart once I'm put to the test, but hey, for now I'm a whiz. Big thanks for making me a big girl, Deborah H!