Our second birthing class was almost our last. Chip and I were two minutes late and sneaked in under the cover of a dark room illuminated solely by a film projected on one of the walls.

“Oh good!” Chip whispered as we sat down. “We get to see a movie!” His smart-aleck buoyancy quickly turned to horror when he saw the featured presentation—a full-on shot of a woman giving birth.

I tried to concentrate on the film but found it difficult with my husband throwing his arms up in front of his face as he jerked his body in an attempt to look everywhere but at the graphic image projected IMAX-size on the wall across from us. As soon as the lights came up, he and two other expectant fathers bolted from the room with their hands over their mouths for what I believe was the very first male communal bathroom run in the history of the human race.