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"I don't want to do this. I don't want to do this. I don't want to do this."
"Get a grip babe. You aren't going into labor. It's just a class."
"A class that I do not want to take!" I am already insanely scared of giving birth and now taking birthing classes makes it seem all the more real.
"It's be okay, I'll literally be right there with you."
I sigh and nod my head. He gives a small squeeze to my thigh and that seems to lessen my nerves. Only a little.
We walk hand in hand up the the pregnancy centere where our class would be. We had a scheduled 11:30 class so class should be starting in like 5 minutes.
"Hi! My name is Allison, you can call me Alli though if you'd like, I am going to be your teacher today. Please get situated on one of the mats on the ground in between your partners legs please! I'll be in soon!" Our instructor meets us at the door with enthusiasm bursting through the roof.
"She seemed excited." Harry whispers guiding me in the room and making me giggle. When we walk in there are 12 mats on the floor. Only 2 of them were empty so we chose one and sat the way everyone else was. The pregnant woman in between her partners legs, resting against their stomach and chest.
Another couple walks in and takes the mat next the mat next to us. The woman was blonde with bright, bright blue eyes. Her boyfriend, or husband, or whatever was pretty tall, probably like Harrys height. He had green eyes as well but messy brunettish-blonde hair. "Fuck I want spaghetti or something." The girl murmurs sitting down next to us.
The boy next to us whispers something in her ear making her laugh. They looked like they were maybe in their mid-twenties.
"Hi everyone! I'm Allison, as I had already introduced myself to you, I will be your instruct today. In my class we focus on breathing techniques, pain relief strategies, labor positions, the stages of typical labor, and just some typical 'what to expect' type stuff okay?" She bounced a bit on the balls of her feet while she clapped her hands. "I'm gonna give you all a minute to look to look at the couples beside you and introduce yourself."
"I didn't sign up for a make-a-friend." Harry whispered but still looked over to his side at the couple.
"Hi, I'm Harry. This is my fiancé, Juliette." He introduces us and they do the same. We hold out a hand to who we know learn is Cora and Ashton, who are married.
"How long have you been married?" I ask, it seems like the best way to make conversation. "8 years." She says with a large smile making my mouth hang open. Damn they are older than I thought.
"We got married when we got out of high school." She laughs a bit noticing my confusion. "Awh, how long have you been together?" High school sweethearts I always thought were absolutely adorable. I know all senior couples in school talk about how they'll get married but most never fall through. And the ones that do never seem to last long but 8 years just being married was so pretty to see.
