Houses and babies at 6:58 AM

So I'm at work right now, and I've got a list of things I need to do, but first a few quick thoughts. Yesterday was quite a long day. I did the usual 8 hours here (6am-2pm), and then went with the wife to meet with a realtor so we could look at some houses. That was surprisingly fun. I don't like shopping in general, unless I'm shopping for stuff that is fun (like music, movies, video games, large televisions, surround sound...you know...stuff I can't afford). But shopping for a house was pretty cool. The only thing was that I would have liked to take pieces from all of the houses and put them all together. There were things I really liked about a some of them, and things I really didn't like in the same house.

Anyway, the house hunt was over at about 5:30 or so. After that, we grabbed some quick dinner and ran to the hospital, where we had our "birth class". I don't really know what it's called, and I don't know how you really teach someone to give birth, but that's beside the point. Now let me just say something: I consider myself a reasonably sensitive guy. I don't cry at "Sleepless in Seattle" or anything (although "Remember the Titans" and "Big Fish" made me sob like a fool), but this birth class almost killed me. I really don't mind going because the wife really wants to and finds it interesting. I honestly just don't want the information that is given in those classes. Not even a little bit. There are things going on that I don't need to know about. I can't relate to the husbands that want to know what's going with the process and all that. They showed videos in there that gave me nightmares. It was like porn that wasn't erotic. (This is going under the assumption that porn is actually erotic--being the Doctor of Love, I have no need of porn). I'm getting cold chills just writing about it. Disturbing. There were things I didn't mind though. The breathing exercises were fine, and the little massaging things are fine, because I'd like to be able to do something to ease what must be some pretty intense pain for a long time. But man, all the information and the disturbing videos I could do without.

So to finish up here, I was away from the apartment yesterday from 5:30am to about 9:15pm. I got back to work at 6:00am. I'm slightly tired. All of this is starting to make me feel like a real adult. By next year I'll have a son and a mortagage. It's all pretty crazy, but exciting. That didn't take too long. I guess I'll get to work.