Spelling Tuesday

The Tuscan Ballroom has a booth at the Liberty Fall Festival this weekend, so if you are bored, come on down! There are lots of craft booths and free stuff, and there is this really huge pregnant lady trying to sell wedding packages! Ha!

Loralie has made her decent into my pelvis, which means (yeah) more breathing room and (boo) more pressure on my bladder. My entire nether-regions is SORE like I went on a really long trail ride- HA. I am also doing the pregnant lady waddle now, as it feels as though I "misplaced" a shot-put. This makes me feel like the end is finally in sight. Maybe at my next doctor's appointment they will tell me I am dilated or something. Caleb attended the final childbirth class with me, which was pretty uneventful. We pre-enrolled at the hospital, packed our bags, and got the car seat enstalled... so we are ready to go. Next Tuesday, we have our "baby care" class, which I feel is essential to Caleb being allowed to be left alone with our child (hey, I saw him dangle our nephew over a balcony, Michael Jackson style!).

So last night I went to part two of the "prepared childbirth class" offered at the hospital. It wasn't nearly as bad as the first night, cause we talked all about pain relief and c-sections. I did cringe quite a bit when they passed around the forceps and vaccum extractors. I have a question for all you mammas out there: Which is better, to have them cut you down there, or to let it tear??? Graphic, I know, but the instructor said you have a choice and I would prefer to pick "None of the Above". I am not sure that is an option... The relaxation portion of the class we just as silly as the last time. I was almost glad Caleb wasn't there, because I know he wouldn't have been able to take it seriously either. We were supposed to close our eyes and picture ourselves in a "magical happy place." I started out thinking about a garden, but then out of no where, I was picturing Happy Gilmore's girlfriend in a corset pouring pitchers of beers, and th...

You never can be too prepared, you know. That is why I packed my bag for the hospital today. I had to go out and get Loralie a baby book, cause that was one of the things on the list (that way the nurses can do her hand and foot prints for me, cause that seems like a messy job). Baby book also had a place for mom's belly picture, so here it is! Ewww. Piercing my belly button seemed like a good idea at the time...

I went to our first childbirth class tonight, and it did not help to diminish my fears of giving birth! Ya know, there is a fine line between being well informed and TOO MUCH information. I am not sure what side of that line I am now on. I was, of course, the only person there without a "coach", as Caleb had to work. That's right, Loralie. If you are reading this twelve years from now, Daddy had to WORK, and didn't even come to your first childbirth class!. I think the other people there might have thought that I was making a husband up...oh well. The nurses who taught the class were really nice, and they actual work in the hospital there, so there is a chance of seeing a familiar face on D-day. One of the questions that they asked us, was to think about pain that we have experienced in our lives, and think about how that will be different from delivery pain. Uhm, I try to avoid pain, at all cost, and apparantly do a pretty good job, cause I couldn't really think ...

Five more weeks now... Loralie woke me up from 4-6am this morning with her acrobatics! Is it possible that she could hear the thunder and lightening? Cause it felt like she was doing a Richard Simmons video in there! It made me really glad that I didn't have to get up at 5:45 and trudge through the thunder storm to teach! I think this is going to be a slow week. Caleb is working PM's , my parents are out of town, work is blissfully slow... but all that adds up to a lot of time on my hands. The nursury is finnally all done. I need to get batteries for my camera, and then I can post the pics. It turned out really cute. Caleb got himself a "manly" diaper bag. He bought an army medical bag online, and has it stocked already with all the baby essentials. He won't be caught looking like a sissy carrying around a diaper bag! And if he get thirsty, it has a water bladder thingy with a straw that goes right to his mouth! What a dork.

Caleb and I were on a nice date tonight, when all of a sudden the blessed pager went off, and away he went. An operation 100, whatever that means. So here I am, home alone, and bored. Ahhh well, at least we were done with dinner. The movie will have to wait. On a related note, guess what he was doing on Tuesday? Babysitting Obama. He got to sit in his full Tactical Team gettup, in the van, outside of Barac's hotel room, escort him to the gym, and then to the airport to catch his flight to Denver for the DNC. He didn't actually get to meet him though (which believe me, he was not dissapointed about, he is not a fan). But I thought that was pretty cool. That's closer than I have ever been to a famous person!

Wow, September all ready. I remember thinking that fall would never come, particularly last spring. Sometimes it seems like the weeks slip by without me even noticing, and sometimes they seem to drag. I am on the final stretch now, and every day I think "In just six more weeks, we will have a baby. In just six more weeks we will be exhasted. In just six more weeks we will be parents. In just six more weeks our lives will change forever." I really can't believe that they are going to let us walk out of that hospital with a little baby that we have NO IDEA how to take care of! It seems very irresponsible of them. I bet I will be calling my mom like every five minutes. On second thought, my mom will probably be camped out in my living room for the first couple of weeks. She is so freaking excited! I bought Loralie her first bible today. I figure it is high time she started her biblical training! It's never to early to plant the seeds of christianity, ya know?