Last week, Genia and I had our first Lamaze class. Lamaze, to my surprise and relief, is more than just a funny sounding way of breathing. We're learning a lot about the natural way pregnancy and labor are designed to work, what will happen when Genia does start going into labor, and how to handle it with as little fear and pain as possible. We've been enjoying it, and I hope that Genia, in particular, will remember all the things we're learning when the time comes for Bailey to make her appearance.

One thing we weren't expecting was a slide show featuring pictures of the reproductive organs, and a very graphic illustration which prompted our grandmother-age instructor to say the word "ejaculation." Call us immature, but we couldn't help wanting to giggle. We nearly busted a gut when she sat on the "birthing ball" (which is just like an exercise ball) and demonstrated how the laboring mother should rotate her hips to assist the baby in positioning itself. Breaktime discussions assured us that we weren't the only ones (or the oldest ones) stifiling laughter.

This weekend we had a visit from Andrea, who I've known since high school and Genia became really close with when we lived near her in Atlanta. We had a blast, eating waaaay too much, watching Alias, and going to an empty Bijou matinee of Mystic River, among other things. She also ushered in the first activity of the KJT Music Club (I just made that up, btw), by going in with me on the new R.E.M. best of I recently posted about.

Friday night we're headed to Atlanta for a KJT Halloween Party -slash- Travis Hall Going Away Party, which should be a lot of fun. Our good friend Traviata will be shipping out for Army boot camp next month, so it could be a long time before we see him again. Remember that name Travis Hall, he'll probably be a Congressman one day. If he makes it to the White House as planned, he promised us a screening of Austin Powers in the White House movie theatre. How cool would that be?