Birthing Class Drop-Outs

We had registered to attend a birthing class this past Saturday and decided to make a weekend of it by staying in Albuquerque and relaxing as well. We got up early Saturday morning and after checking out the nasty looking continental breakfast at our favorite Days Inn - we made our way to the location of the class. We were arguing with each other (just call us Eric and Stacy Bickerson) and just all around grumpy. We parked and started trying to figure out just where the class was located - it was supposed to be in a building behind a coffee shop but the building was all old stucco with little paths here and there and it was like a ghost town. Nary a person to be found (except for the guy selling wheat grass on the corner) and no signs of life or of the birthing class we were looking for. After wandering around for a few minutes - we walked back to the car to call the teacher - then we looked at each other and said "to hell with it" we jumped in the car, stopped at my favorte coffee shop, went to target and swam in the pool. It was a glorious weekend and I don't mind calling us birthing class drop-outs!

PS-

I ride my bike to work everyday and as this belly gets bigger it has been more uncomfortable. I came home from work one day last week and Eric had a surprise for me...a new cruiser bike.