Last night, I went to a birthing class. No, I'm not going to be a father (Sorry, Mom), but both JoAnn and Jo are due next month, and their children's fathers won't be present. So Deana and I have offered our assistance as coaches.
In Aviano, there are 38 (!) babies due next month, but there were only eight mothers in the class. The class was a lot like I expected, based on what I've seen in movies (with the breathing and stuff), but I also learned a lot. I'm not sure if I'll actually be in the delivery room with either of them, but I've assured both of them that I'll be there to help out with whatever they need before, during, and after the births of their little bundles of joy.