We’re now going to NCT classes. We’re learning how to breathe and we’re learning how to recognise when labour is actually starting. See, thing is, I thought I had it all figured before going to this class. Seems though, there’s a lot more to it than I thought. There are all these different stages and you go through most of them before you even get to the hospital. I was getting a bit confused in the class with lots of numbers being bandied around, for example, when contractions get less than 20 mins then that means you’re in labour, when they get less than that then it means something else and well it got to the point that we’d been in there for 2.5 hours and I was starving and tired and frankly a little bit bored so I just switched off. That’s right, I stopped listening. So now I’ve forgotten all about what is probably the most important thing about pregnancy and I’m just hoping that Danny, my ‘birth partner’, was paying attention.