Ryan and I have our first baby class on Wednesday. It’s the breastfeeding one, and they want you to bring either a doll or a teddy bear that’s “baby size” to practice holds. We don’t have any dolls or stuffed animals around here, so we decided it would be a good opportunity to buy something for the baby. We haven’t actually bought ANYTHING yet, so it was kind of exciting. And we are now the proud parents of a cute, soft teddy bear. He’s a little bigger than a newborn, but what are you doing to do? I don’t mind the idea of our son playing with dolls really, but dolls aren’t soft and cuddly, and since this was our first purchase for him I wanted something that made me thing “baby.”

Anyway, it’s exciting to me. And it will be a great story for when he’s a teenager. When all his friends are over. “Yes, that teddy bear you’ve had since you were a baby was actually bought so that I could practice breastfeeding.” I am already excited to embarrass my children, and the first one isn’t even born yet.

Ryan has informed me that it is my bedtime (I told him to put me on an internet curfew). I’m kind of relieved. I like going to bed.