Lately, everybody and their mother’s been trying to sell me a mothering class.
Twice this week I’ve received a phone call from my insurance company, offering me free supportive classes in preparation for motherhood. Today, at the gym, a woman at the membership table excitedly handed me a maternity class flier and then worried she’d mistaken the baby bump for a pancetta-induced paunch. “Oh, um, I hope I didn’t make a terrible error,” she stammered. “You didn’t,” I said, “no worries,” as I glanced at the class description, its requirements (“a sense of humor! and a baby!”)… and its price tag. Then there was the list of “27 different classes!” offered by the birthing center: Japanese Baby Care/Feeding; Marvelous Multiples Lamaze; Hypnobirthing; Breastfeeding; and on and on. Two of them I have to take if I want to give birth at the birthing center– and they’re “filling up fast!” (and they cost a few hundred bucks… of course).
It’s nice to know there’s so much support available for learning how to be a mother, but as I was telling my mom last night, I wish there was more support for helping women before becoming mothers– and helping them figure out what they need to know during pregnancy.