He has nipples, let him do it...

We finally attended our breastfeeding class and being that I'm really not that modest, I didn't think anything about it until we arrived.  There were boobs everywhere and frankly it made me a little uncomfortable.  Boob posters, rubber boobs, boob handouts, even knitted boobs.  Then there were the weird boob contraptions: nipple shields, pads, tubes and of course, the videos.  To make matters worse, our instructor kept demonstrating with her own boob which was weird on a whole other level.  It was like porn for babies.  Rocky and I giggled through the entire class, clearly demonstrating our maturity as parents.  And if I need boobs as big as the ones in the video, our baby is going to starve.  Those things were huge!  She literally could stand at the side of the crib and hang it over into the baby's mouth.  Dear Lord, please don't let my boobs get that big.  I don't think I could support them.  We also established that absolutely NO ONE will be allowed to stay in the room at feeding time once Jake arrives.  Holy cow!  I can do without the audience now that I know what a production the whole thing is.  In fact, I think I'll let Rocky handle the feedings.  He has nipples, let him do it.