Just another week.... and that much closer to "D" Day!

Well another week has passed and of course it has been interesting as usual. I am now officially 35 weeks pregnant, 22lbs heavier than I was before I was with child, with boobs that make me wonder why I ever needed a boob job in the first place and a ton more emotional and irritable than I ever thought I'd imagine I would ever be. Last week Michael and I finished our very last childbirth education class. To be honest with you, I got a lot more out of it than I thought I ever would. Of course, like the overachieving scholar I have always been my entire life, I managed to charm the heart of my childbirth instructor and prompt hatred looks from the rest of my classmates. Of course, it could have been that I was the only one in the class that actually had a baby daddy as my coach, but I am thinking they were just jealous at my ability to "hee hee hoo" better then *they* could and that I could recite the birthing acronyms without even looking... yes... I am that damn good! LOL! Actually, in all seriousness, I really enjoy learning something new, whether it's child-birthing or anything else for that matter, I have always excelled in a classroom environment. I'm not shy by any means, and I am certainly not afraid to speak up in class when the instructor is trying to engage in a group discussion and I definitely am not afraid to speak up if I have the right answer to a question. That of course makes me the perfect student in the teacher's eyes and the kiss ass in the other students eyes. There was one girl in particular who didn't like me at all. She didn't speak to me, (of course I am sure she spoke *about* me in spanish to her mother who she had to translate the majority of the class to... but whatever) but I could see her horns come out whenever I walked in the room. She even made it a point, when I answered a question correctly, to make a snide remark like, "Oh looks like *somebody* has been memorizing the material". Whatever bitch.... don't be a hater! LOL... Ahhhh reminds me of high school! Anyways, after the end of class the teacher asked me to come on board as a patient advisory member for the hospital, which I thought was pretty cool, and I am actually really considering it.

Last week as we were leaving class though, I really had an overwhelming feeling that "D" Day (AKA Delivery Day) is a lot closer than I thought. Hell, I haven't even packed my bag yet! Granted I have made a beautiful list of what I'm going to pack, once I start packing, however, if I go into labor tomorrow, I may just be heading to the hospital without my Bob Marley CD's and Cucumber Melon Body Lotion and favorite body pillow to ease my labor stresses. I guess instead of writing about it on Blogger, I could be packing it, but of course that would be to easy right? Everything has been going well with my pregnancy, and I've even started to get a few contractions here and there. In fact, Michael and I decided yesterday evening to take a walk to the little fishing lake down the street from our house and on the way back realized that lots of walking can trigger going into labor. I had a few strong contractions, but nothing serious and they started to subside. I followed the rule (the one I learned in class thank you very much!) that if your under 38 weeks if you get more than 4 or 5 contractions in a one hour time period to go to the hospital, well I only had about 3 in a one hour time period and then a couple more a few hours later and then they stopped altogether, so I was good. I have this sinking suspicion, and I've said it from day one, that I think he may come earlier than his due date, so we'll see if that happens or not. All I care about is making to my baby shower this weekend without going into labor, after that, I'll be ok if he comes anytime after that. We have another Doctor's appointment tomorrow, so we'll see what the doc has to say. Michael says she looks like the witch from the Wizard of Oz, so every time we go he graces me with the musical theme from the Wizard of Oz and says, "I'll get you my pretty and your little dog too...." Although hilarious, it makes it really hard to look her in the eyes without laughing when she comes in the room.

Well, I better get back to masking my baseboards in Noah's nursery. We decided to tackle the painting project this weekend and.... well... it didn't come out as we had planned. All we managed to do was primer the walls, and somehow, in the process all the masking tape I had on my baseboards had peeled it's way off, so now I have to re mask all the baseboards, so Michael can come home tonight and paint at least one of the walls. I am not really sure how it's going to look, but Michael assured me if it came out really shitty, he would bribe his cousin Eddie, who is a painter in Huntington Beach, with a few cases of beer to come up and redo the room. So I'm hoping for the best! I swear, men just can't seem to understand the importance of a good nursery. Michael keeps saying that Noah isn't going to have a clue what his nursery looks like when he comes home and that he'll be spending most of his time in our room, which of course he is correct, but still..... I just won't feel complete and ready for Noah's arrival until I know my Lake Marsh Green and Bay Bronze Beige painted walls look perfect equipped with little safari animals adorning the room. It's just a female thing I tell you! Men just don't get it!