Mrs. Pinetar and I finished the LaMaze classes last night. Near the end, the teacher spoke of when the baby’s head is crowning and stuff is stretching and she said that, “Midwives, might call this ‘the ring of fire’ but that’s not a medical term…”
And that was it. For the rest of the night, all I could hear were the Spanish trumpets: pah-pah, pah, pah-pah-pah–paaah …..puh-puh, puh, puh-puh-puh–puuuuh…
And then Johnny Cash of course: “I fell in to a burning ring of fire….I went down,down,down….and the flames went higher.
And it burns,burns,burns…the ring of fire….the ring of fire.”
All night.
No exceptions.
And on the way home.
I don’t believe any song ever written can get into your head and STAY there, like the Ring of Fire. And now you’re all hearing it. Hearing the trumpets. And humming it. Good luck. –fog
Can I expect some singing when it’s my time? I could use possibly need some humor at that moment. It’s just a suggestion.
Comment by Mrs. Pinetar — June 28, 2007 @ 12:25 pm
If I can wear the black suit they you got it! And it’s burn, burn, burn…
Comment by mcgonnigle — June 28, 2007 @ 1:56 pm
So… The baby’s name will be Johnny???
Comment by Greg — June 28, 2007 @ 8:45 pm
And you know you’ll be singing it in your head (definitely not out loud) when the time comes. Now get that man a Klondike bar!!
Comment by John Walker — June 29, 2007 @ 12:33 am
Oh no…I’ll be singing it out loud to Mrs. Pinetar. Talking about my imaginary staff, “Sonny and Red”, who I blame stuff on…the works…
Comment by mcgonnigle — June 29, 2007 @ 12:51 am
And the names are Jon Benet for a girl, Barak for a boy. And it’s burn, burn, burn…
Comment by mcgonnigle — June 29, 2007 @ 8:04 am
As I was reading this post I just assumed you had the same experience as I had with that stuff. ZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz - useless.
Fortunately for me, my wife agreed (found out later), but I was still wary of letting her know that I didn’t pay attention to those classes until after the baby was born.
The next two babies were LaMaze-less. (Funny sidebar: we were glued to the OJ trial during the final weeks as we waited for baby two. The baby insisted on coming during the limousine driver’s testimony. We nearly didn’t get to the hospital on time because my wife was so intent on seeing as much of that as she could.)
Comment by Eagle — July 1, 2007 @ 5:03 pm