Update

Because I should be working instead of blogging, I'll make this quick. Today I had a doctor's appointment. My weight is at 174.5 pounds, bringing my total weight gain to around 30 pounds (yes, I still have almost two months to go). Baby's heartbeat is at 157 - I thought it was supposed to slow down as it got bigger, but apparently baby takes after mommy in this regard (I've always had a faster heartbeat). Does this mean I'll have an anxious child? My uterus measures 33 centimeters. The doctor said I'm still about a week ahead of schedule (at my last two appointments he said I was ahead of schedule). I told him I hoped that was an indication that I'll deliver early. He just smiled and said "maybe." I'm hoping his smile was sincere and hopeful, not condescending in a "oh, what a silly girl" kind of way. The nurse said the doctor will begin regular pelvic exams around week 36. How sad is it that that got me excited?

In other news, we attended our first birthing class last night. It was pretty much what I expected, complete with cheesy "relaxation" exercise and explicit video. Honestly, the video wasn't that bad, though the part where the doctor held the placenta up to the mother's face was kind of gross. The nurse assured us that isn't standard procedure. I know I certainly don't want to be looking at that thing right after I had a baby (or any other time, for that matter). Next week we get to visit the (brand-new) maternity ward at the hospital. I love field trips!

Our nursery is getting close to being an actual bedroom instead of a storage closet. We've washed all the clothes, blankets, and washclothes. Everybody told us that because we weren't finding out the sex of the baby, we wouldn't get any baby clothes. Boy, were they wrong. We have oodles of 0-3 month clothes. Yes, they are mostly yellow and green, but they are all so precious, who cares! We're waiting on the yellow swivel rocker to be delivered (courtesy of Granny and GG) and once that gets here, I can rearrange the nursery furniture for the 88th (and 89th, 90th, 91st) time. I promise I'll get some pictures up when that time comes. But if I don't, you can't get mad at me. I'm pregnant.