This first session was basically an ice-breaker. We met the other people in our class and tried to find things we had in common. (Not much.) Then we discussed pregnancy complaints, most of which I've gone to great lengths not to discuss here. Then our teacher, Michele, suited Hunter up with the best invention yet for husbands who like to tease pregnant wives who walk crookedly, loose their balance and can't put on shoes without losing breath.
First, she fastened the strap that constricts his lungs so he understands what it feels like to have your heart shift and your rib cage expand to accommodate lungs suddenly taking in 40 percent more oxygen, all of which leaves you feeling like you've run a marathon when you've only walked to the refrigerator and back.
Then came the belly, complete with heavy breasts, a wobbly tummy and a bladder insert - a ice-pack sized attachment that sort of replicates the feeling of a baby sitting on that key organ. Hunter complained it was hitting other key organs, and since you all know he overshares, I'll leave it at that.
He wore the belly during this class for Maddie, but it's been eight years and we all know Hunter lives in the moment. So it was new again!
The best part for me was when our teacher asked him to sit down and take off his shoes. I believe I actually applauded with glee at the prospect of this, and the show did not disappoint. The poor man will now have to mock me about something else besides my constant griping about putting on socks and shoes.
The teacher asked Hunter if he was better able to understand pregnant women's body image issues. He said he was. She then asked me to give him encouragement, like telling him that he was beautiful and that I loved him.
He is, and I do. But my belly is cuter.
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Your belly is cuter!
Sorry Hunter, but what a sport. Where was that feature in my birthing classes! I may have to do some research if we ever have another baby!
Seems like he should have had to shave for this.
I think Hunter should try one of those artificial breast feeding contraptions like Robert De Niro wore in Meet the Faukers II.
It was a really interesting experience. It definitely helped me appreciate the balance and maneuverability issues that come with pregnancy.
Plus, I got to play with my new boobs.
Hey, I'm a GUY. It's what we DO.
My how things change in 30+ years. I just had a constant reminder from my loving husband that i was shaped like an eight wheeler cabover truck. sympathy and love
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