DH and I were supposed to start our Bradley childbirth classes this evening, but the snowy weather caused it to be cancelled. DH stayed home from work because of the road conditions and all the local schools have been closed for the last couple days. I like the snow and think it's so pretty....but then I don't have to drive very often, so I'm spoiled.

I was disappointed that the class was cancelled, but I had a lengthy conversation with our instructor on the phone this afternoon and got to know a little bit more about her. She seems so knowlegdeable and easy to talk to. She told me to feel free to call her with questions any time, even if it's 3:00 AM. I feel so blessed that both our midwife and our childbirth class instructor have made themselves so available. It feels really good to know that DH and I have that kind of support and wisdom backing us up. The instructor had tons of wonderful things to say about our midwife. (who happened to deliver 2 of her children) The whole conversation made me feel even more confident about the path we have chosen.

Maybe I should just chock it up to an overabundance of hormones, but I am even more in love with my husband than I ever have been before. The Bradley instructor and I were talking about how husbands used to wait out in the hospital waiting room while their wives gave birth back in the "olden days". There was a point in time when it was absolutely unheard of for a husband to be present in the delivery room. That completely boggles my mind. I can't imagine DH not being by my side. I think I've said this before, but he IS my comfort zone. He had a raw unshakable faith when it came to conceiving this child. While I was gearing up for months of charting my basal body temp and using ovulation predictors, I distinctly remember him saying that he knew we would get pregnant the first month. And we did. I find comfort knowing that he has the same strong faith and confidence when it comes to the birth of our baby and it will be a rock for me when I'm in the throes of labor.