Pre-Natal Class - Awkward as watching a movie with nudity in it with your Grandparents in the room

Dr. Seymour Bush, at your cervix.

Aaaah, Pre-Natal class for couples with multiples, everything I thought it could be.  Last night Pookie and I went to our very first class, and it was a touch strange.  There were nine couples, seven with twins and two (including us) expecting triplets.  It reminded me of a junior high sex education class, except everyone there was actually paying attention instead of staring at the naked person diagrams on the wall.

Women carrying twins typically average about 36 weeks of gestation, and triplet mothers make it about 32.  The class runs for six weeks, so it is important to make sure you enrol early enough to make sure you can attend all the classes before Huey, Dewey and Lewey make an appearance.  Because the mothers expecting twins have an extra month, most of them wait a little longer to enrol.  A woman pregnant with twins at 24 weeks is a sight to behold, but seven of these women in a room asking questions about "keegles" (if you don't know what these are, treasure your innocence), and different sorts of discharges is a bit surreal.  Meanwhile, nine dudes just sit there and nod whenever they see someone else nod, and hope nobody asks them a question.

All in all, the class was pretty informative, especially when the nurse teaching it talked about hospital procedures and what you do and don't have to put up with.  If you don't want the doe-eyed med student in the room, you can fire his ass out the door like a shoplifter in a liquor store.

On a less important note, we had a little bit of bad news this week.   The Trailblazer is officially for sale.  Transport Canada has no problem with you putting three car seats wide in a back seat, but in our car for some reason it is not safe to put a car seat in the middle.  Fabulous.  The only reason we bought the thing in the first place was for the kidlets and in one fell swoop we outgrew it.  I don't even want to say it, but I think we are going to have to get a (puke) minivan.  I always thought I would somehow avoid having to get a minivan, but they are just so damn practical.  Ugly like East German shotputters, but practical.

The transformation of the house from childless yuppy palace to not-for-profit daycare is also fully underway.  Uncle Dusty came up huge at the big twins and triplets supply sale, he picked up three Baby Bjorns and a big Jolly Jumper, so he is officially in the lead as H, D, and L's favourite uncle.  To thank him for spending Saturday in Shopping Hell I asked him to help me clear out the room where the triplets are going to be for the next few years.  Sometimes I love so much it hurts.

Pookie is still feeling good about 80% of the time, so she has been very lucky.  Her appetite is great and almost everything is staying down, and the aches and pains have been pretty manageable.  Compared to some of the women in the class she has sailed through everything without a hitch.  Things could really be a lot worse getting everything ready, but a healthy Pookie and  some free manual labour from Dusty helps things right along.

Here are a couple pictures of the new McCrimmons, you gotta love how they need to be labelled.  Baby BB didn't want to be in the group shot, someone must have set him off earlier that day.

Side Note - I have had a few people tell me they have tried to leave comments and the site wouldn't let them.  I think I have it sorted out, but shoot me an email at jeff_mccrimmon@yahoo.ca if you have a problem and I will try it again.  It's great getting messages from everybody and will be great to be able to read them later on when we come back and read these posts again.