Well, sort of. Mae and I have signed up for the ante-natal classes at Damansara Specialist Hospital, where we've been going to see the Gynaecologist. It runs for four consecutive Thursdays starting next week. I expect they'll be teaching Mae how to do her breathing and probably also give her realistic expectations about the delivery. We'll also learn stuff like how to bathe and change Baby. Stuff like that.
The first time we enquired about the classes, the young lady in charge gave me a long lecture about how I should be a responsible husband and attend the classes with Mae.
"You know, it's compulsory for husbands. You must be fully committed. You cannot sign up and decide to let your wife come alone. We won't tolerate that!" Miss Sourpuss was practically scolding me for being a bad husband, "You have that look on your face that tells me you're a bad husband who will leave your wife and child someday, you bastard!"
Okay, I made up that last bit. But it sure sounded like it was headed that direction. I had to put my foot down. I would have like to put it down on her head but I decided that would be ungracious of me. Heh!
"Please, Miss, take it easy-lah. I never said I wasn't gonna show up. Don't scold me until I mess up, okay?" I cut her off as politely as I could, honest. She stopped, gave us a limp smile and proceeded to explain the dates and rates of the course.
Poor girl. Must have had bad experiences with men! :)