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We went to the first of our 4 anti-natal classes this evening, or as they call them now, 'Parent Craft' workshops.

Good grief, what a total waste of time - filling in pink or blue cards (none that weren't sex specific for people like us who choose not to find out what flavour we're having) to tell other people (who neither of us could give two hoots about (especially the ones we saw chainin' fagerettes outside just moments earlier and then harping on about them being anxious that the baby will be born healthy)) the names we're possibly thinking of calling our baby.

One lady and her sister had the best idea: upping sticks about 20 minutes into the drivel. Let's hope next week things improve and Lady Sp33d actually gets to get something out of the classes to help her with her worries such as WHAT TO ACTUALLY DO WHEN THE LABOUR STARTS or WHERE THE LABOUR WARD IS.

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