Well, it wasn’t quite as I was expecting. First of all, due to the area we’re in, I thought it was going to be full of 15 year old pregnant girls, but in fact, it was a mix of people, around 6 pairs in all. It was a bit cringeworthy in parts – the “fathers to be get together and talk about your feelings” just felt wrong, and the video we were shown was full of large-mouthed 1980s Americans being embarrassing with babies.
But it did help a bit. We know the importance of connecting with the baby, through touch and sound and so on, but I didn’t realise quite how psychological on both us and the baby this would be. We also got given the Big Book O’Stabs, detailing the multitude of injections the baby will have over the first year of it’s life. There’s loads. Poor thing.
Dude, why would pregnant 15 year olds be going to antenatal classes? They either went to them at thirteen, or have drinking in the park to be getting on with 😉