The birthing classes are off and running and already we are knee deep in Wharton’s Jelly and calculating the viscosity of mucus plugs. You just can’t have a conversation about newborns or yet-to-be-borns without discussing at least three or four different types of fluids. Fluids, muscles, and membranes – the biology of fun. Our teacher put on some great puppet simulations last night which featured a skeletal pelvis giving birth to a cabbage patch doll. That was totally worth the price of admission right there. And, as anyone could have forecasted, the misses and I succumbed to several bouts of uncontrollable giggling when it was clearly inappropriate to do so. We practiced ‘mom’ having contractions by walking in this group circle, then the teacher would say, “here comes the contraction” at which point the ‘mom’ is supposed to bear hug the ‘coach’ (that’s me) for support until the contraction passes. I found this exercise so excruciatingly funny (especially when I took a peek and saw all the earnest looking expressions on all the other coaches faces), that it became me who was clutching on to the wife for dear life desperately trying to suppress a Junior High style giggle festival. This bodes real well for my delivery room decorum don’t it?