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Tonight we went to The Montfort Hospital for a birth centre information session. Of the ten or so couples there, we were the least far along in pregnancy. And of the expectant mothers there, Sarah was far and away the best looking. That's not just personally prejudice talking. Not to hate on a bunch of pregnant ladies, but there were a lot of shovel-faced people in that room.

But I digress.

The session was great, very practical, and delivered by one of the staff nurses. Info on when to head to the hospital, what to expect when you're there, procedures with a physician versus a midwife, forms to fill out, visiting hours for relatives, the closest place for coffee and sammiches, all the good stuff. The hospital is big on breast-feeding, and big supporters of midwifery--neither of which are a guarantee at other hospitals, so we think it's fantastic.

Getting back to ugly people, though, we saw some pretty unattractive dudes, too. There was a Powerpoint presentation in the second half of the hour, and it featured real staff and real patients. In any photos where pre or post birth families were featured, the women were quite pretty (remarkably so in the post-birth ones), and the guy: totally unhandsome. It reminded me strongly of this site. With the way I was obsessing over the many, many, oh-so-many ugly people around, Sarah accused me of being in a bad mood. And yes, maybe that was true, but that doesn't change the fact that the fugo to non-fugo ratio was way out of proportion.

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