We had our last child birthing class last week- got a cerificate of completion and everything. That puppy is going up on the wall of the baby's room so- when he or she is older and questioning our methods, we can just point to it. SEE! 10 hours of grueling parental preparation proves that we're up to the task. You just can't argue with a framed document.
Yeah, right. Why do I get the feeling that for the next eighteen years we are going to be flying by the seat of our pants?
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