Could I be growing up?
Oct 3rd, 2008 by Cory
Last night, Lisa convinced me to attend a class with her at Baylor Hospital. A breastfeeding class. I made her re-read the line in the class description urging fathers to attend. Twice. When I asked if it was going to be held at a bar by the airport I just got the look.
As soon as we walked in the hospital, I was glad to see another couple (wife and husband) carrying their Boppy and walking toward the classroom. When we entered the classroom, we grabbed a stack of handouts and a remarkably realistic baby doll. The thing weighed like 7 lbs and came fully “equipped.” Unfortunately, the only remaining comfortable chairs were behind the home-schooled-looking couple that I correctly predicted would ask a lot of dumb questions.
The class began and something strange happened. My tension was easing and I found myself engaged and taking notes. The most surprising thing is that not once did I erupt into a fit of Beavis and Butthead giggles. And the instructor said words like breast. And areola. And nipple. Out loud. Like 14 or 15 times.
Maybe I’ve reached the point in my life where nipple is no longer just a funny word but a vessel through which my child will be fed and something to be outraged over if it is attached to Janet Jackson and exposed at a Super Bowl half-time show.
Man, nipples never gets old or un-funny…seriously