Childbirth: Not necessarily the worst day of your life

Three years ago, my husband and I shelled out a few hundred dollars and blocked off six Friday nights to attend a local childbirth class. We bounced on huge birthing balls, ate seaweed soup, tried yoga stretches, and learned about the reproductive organs. The instructor added in a few tips about breathing techniques, but I think that was an afterthought.
Of course, labor was terrible. I held my breath during contractions. (You’re supposed to breathe slowly.) I panicked. I was terrified. I was an embarrassment to my gender. It was the worst day of my life.
I am five weeks from my next baby’s due date, and I am convinced I can handle myself better this time around. My husband and I recently rented a Lamaze DVD from the library, called Laugh and Learn About Childbirth. The opening scene shows the instructor sitting on a birthing ball. Great.
But instructor Sheri Bayles dives right into the signs of labor. She talks about breathing methods. She talks about pain. She is informative. Best of all, she is interesting. This DVD is better than prime time. I am almost looking forward to labor. Sheri is giving me a second chance to prove my grit in the delivery room.
The instructor is a long-time delivery nurse and mother of two. She knows what she’s talking about. And this time around, I feel like I do, too.