Pregnancy yoga- bring your partner class

I'm closing in on the seventh month and it's time to make arrangements for the birth and arrival of our baby girl.E went with me this Monday to the 'bring your partner' pregnancy yoga class, where he and the other guys sat slightly uncomfortable on folding chairs while the teacher talked us through the stages of labor. In short, the guy should be around for moral support, but his possibilities  for helping out are limited. They include offering a wet washcloth, holding her hand, helping her with positions to breathe through contractions and facilitate  (bring tea, get the hot shower started, change sheets)  I thought I'd take a minute to explain how things work here in The Netherlands with regards to birth.

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E is fine with whatever I chose on account of me doing all the heavy lifting. We'll see what happens next: the box from our health care provider arrived with the material for a home birth and it'll be stashed next to our bed for now. Some gems from the pregnancy yoga class:
guy who already attended the birth of his first child:' The gyn was enthousiastically shouting ' you can see the head! There's a lof of hair, do you want to look?' and I was like nah, I'll stay here holding my wife's hand. Looking at the head crowining is like watching your favorite pub burn down to the ground'.

Our yoga teacher ended with remarking that 'a gift in the form of jewelry is custom when your wife has given birth. And I'm not just saying that because the ladies all gave me ten bucks beofre hand to tell you this'

Yoga teacher, remarking on her use of a Darth Vader lego figure in her slides:'I always try to lighten the mood a bit. I mean, Vader was, after all a father too'
Some guy:' probably not the example we'd like to follow though'.