32 1/2 Weeks

So I've just spent a few minutes reading some of my favourite pregnancy web sites. Sometimes what these people say just makes me laugh. I read a funny "Top Ten Things NOT To Say To A Pregnant Woman" list last week and was going to post a link to it, but now I can't find it. They just crack me up. Sometimes I totally agree with everything they say (it's perfectly okay for friends and family to touch my belly, but NOT for strangers), and other times I just think they're nuts. But, if you're bored and want to read the account of one woman at 32 weeks go here. She's got some much-more-extreme-than-I-do feelings about some things, but it was an interesting read. Some of the things that really annoyed her, I think are cute. Like everyone staring at a pregnant woman... I think they're cute, so I want to look at them and grin, too. That doesn't offend me. But, to each his own and I did enjoy reading her side of the story.

Also, last night was our last childbirth class. It was basically a quick tour of labour and delivery (they only had one delivery room available, and there was actually someone ready to come up after our tour) and a peek through the glass into the nursery. Then they showed us how to bathe a baby, and a bunch of other basic baby care info... jaundice, taking temperatures, feeding, diapering, taking care of the umbilical cord, etc. Andrew did a very good job diapering their little prop baby. I'll be sure he gets LOTS of practice with the real thing too, though. :) Something that was really sad was that there was this young couple in there... The girl asked a question about who gets to decide what the baby's last name is and the educator then asked how old she was. She was only 15!! And her boyfriend was 17. And they basically told her that because she was a minor, her dad had to sign off on all paternity papers. She told us that her dad didn't want the baby to have his name, even though that was what she and her boyfriend had decided. And then she went on to ask questions about whether or not they could decide who would be allowed to come into the room, etc, and it just made me feel for her. I'm so glad that I'm doing this with Andrew, and that our families are so supportive. There is such a tangible layer of comfort in that.

Anyway, I need to find something else to eat... Honey Bunches of Oats simply aren't cutting it this morning!