If there’s one thing that your first antenatal class does for you, it’s bring home the fact that shit’s about to get real. We’re having an actual, real life, push out of your body baby. Soon.
We had this realisation on Tuesday night at our first of three classes, in our local children’s centre with about 10 other couples. They ease you in gently with a ‘round the room’ of when you’re due and which hospital you’re having the baby at, and lull you into a false sense of security by sending round the biscuits (a Club bar, classic) and juice in plastic beakers, I imagine to get you into the spirit of what the next 10 years have in store.