30 weeks

10 weeks left until I’m due… and only 7 weeks until Christmas. I can’t believe how quickly time has flown.

What is it with people who think it’s funny to make jokes about the parentage of my child? I don’t know if I was just hormonal the other day, but someone made an obnoxious comment that I did not find remotely humorous about ‘who the father is.’ I asked the person, “Where do you come up with this stuff?” and he got mad at me and huffed off. I guess I just know some real crackpots.

I just found out that one of my sisters-in-law is hosting a baby shower for me and George. I’m really excited! I have gotten over the worry about being grabby, and I’m appreciating that she is doing something so thoughtful for me. She even took several hours on Sunday to go with me to finish registering at Babies R Us. It was great to have her experienced insight on things like stroller weight and bath stuff. I have to decide on a really nice hostess gift… I have something in mind, but I’m not certain yet. I’ve already asked George if he will be at the shower with me, and he’s agreed. I always have more fun when he’s around; best friends are like that. It’s his baby, too, and I want to share the fun stuff with him. God knows he’ll have a hell of a time putting the crib together and installing the car seat properly.

George and I had dinner with my brother, my sister and her fiancé on Sunday. We had such a great time with them, I can’t believe how big my brother is! He is really becoming his own man. My sister just finished registering for her wedding on Saturday; I checked out her registry, and it cracks me up how alike we are — I love the towels, bedding and housewares that she picked out. In fact, I’d probably go buy the same stuff for our house.

They brought the cutest gifts for Bubs – brown corduroy coveralls, a hooded fleece Old Navy zip sweatshirt and fleece pants to match, and thermal Henley bodysuits in blue, white and red. The clothes are absolutely adorable, and I can’t wait until Bubs gets here and can fit into them. My sister is starting to get ‘baby fever’ — I bet they wait no more than a year before trying for kids. She said she had so much fun shopping for baby clothes for Bubs. I think it helps that she’s going to be an Auntie for the first time.

It’s funny that everyone has automatically gravitated towards boy stuff – everyone except my sister-in-law, who kept picking up pink floral outfits at Babies R Us on Sunday. I kept telling her, “green and yellow, it’s got to work no matter what the gender!” Two people have told me they think Bubs is a girl; everyone else has said “Boy. Definitely a boy.” Whether Bubs is a girl or a boy, s/he had better like bugs and coveralls!

I received the Lands’ End diaper bag, and it looks to be exactly what I wanted. It’s not as big as I feared it would be, which is excellent. I can’t wait to start packing the baby’s hospital bag.

Speaking of hospital… one of the men I work with just had his third baby (well, OK, his wife had their third baby). He “spared the gory details,” but from the sound of it, his wife’s induction went terribly. She was in labor for over 50 hours and was set to have a C-section, but was able to deliver naturally at the last minute. He said that the baby, a boy, was completely out of it, which is not surprising considering all of the drugs that they had his wife on… magnesium, Pitocin, the epidural (which only took effect on one side of her body), not to mention whatever else they put in her IV between Friday and Sunday evening. This really makes me reconsider the idea of birthing at a freestanding birth center in Michigan that I looked into. I know that a two-and-a-half-hour drive during labor is not an exciting prospect, but I worry about all of the interventions that come with hospital deliveries. I know that her difficulties stemmed from the induction, and I won’t allow an induction unless the baby is in distress, so that does assuage my fears somewhat. I just can’t help thinking that this pregnancy has gone so well so far, the other shoe has to drop sometime – and it may as well drop during labor. I’ve tried to keep a positive attitude and read as much encouraging material as possible, which seems to help. I can’t help but feel that I don’t have as much time as I think I do… I’ll be surprised if Bubs is overdue. I’m just hoping s/he hangs on until mid-January, the more time we have the better, especially since George hurt his leg at work on Friday.

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