And this is how the placenta comes out...

Last Saturday, the first bright and sunny day that we were blessed with in what feels like weeks (although it was only days), DH and our other preggo couple, found ourselves locked inside for a whole day of prenatal training.

While most of it seemed redundant to be learning at this point in the growth of our little one (um, I am pretty sure by now that I know how babies are made... and what do you mean I should eat healthy during my pregnancy and not consume alcohol? - seriously!) there were a few tidbits of information that caused giggles and jaws to hang to the floor.

I had been informed early in my pregnancy that the placenta did not just disappear, but that it actually had to be delivered. I knew this, but I didn't grasp the reality of the situation... and then we were shown a video.

Not only do you have to spend what could be hours pushing something out of your mustn't touch that doesn't mathematically make sense (after seeing the video I can now officially compare it to shitting out a large watermelon), but then after that work is done, your body continues it's work and you are forced to actually give birth to the placenta (seriously feeling bad for those women who have twins). Although not as difficult or as large I really feel that it is highly unnecessary and that the inventor of the female body should have drafted better plans for this.

Unfortunately for everyone else in the class, although the furthest along pregnancy wise, my maturity level had not grown with me, and my preggo friend (#2) and I giggled with each other and naively wondered, why can't they just pull on the umbilical cord to get the placenta out? I didn't ask the question and now I will be forced to wait until the second class this weekend to have my question answered.

I'm sure that everyone else in the class is going to be disappointed to see my return this weekend... or maybe the teacher will have assigned seating, separating both myself and DH and myself from #2, as along with my period, I have also lost my ability to hold in my laughter (accompanied by elbow pokes to those around me)... #2 and I spent much of the video on pain management giggling uncontrollably about some of the positions that we will be expected to be in together (she will be my labour couch in DH's absence).

At the end of the class #2 and I came to the conclusion that our friendship will be on a whole different level after we both give birth with the other at our respective side... not to mention that we live in a small town and we will probably be forced to battle rumours about our respective sexuality and relationship with each other (two women, within a few months, giving birth without a father of said respective children in sight... hmmmm)