DEFCON 3

Well, everybody, we had another prenatal appointment today, and the doc says the baby's dropping and I may only have about 2-3 weeks to go, compared with the relatively far-away 9/25 due date ... sorta lit a fire under us, I tell you what. Whoa.

All other news is fine, so no worrying, any of you who are inclined to worry -- baby's doing great, I'm totally OK (and I am the frickin VALEDICTORIAN of the blood glucose test!), everything is as it should be.

It's just that we need to seriously get on our To-Do list -- buying a car, getting the stuff nobody's bought off the registry, figuring out some names ...

Partyin' like it's 1999

Thanks to Aunt A, who is better than we are at getting photos off of her camera and out into the world so people can see them, here's a pic from our shower on August 4.

The bear is something our friend K created in response to us saying we didn't want Kid A to get a whole bunch of Licensed Disney Character stuff -- he had a tailor in the neighborhood cut two bears in half and sew them together. My friend J called it Bear-Bear, and so it shall ever be ...

The shower, hosted by K&K at their house, was a good time for all, from the ice cubes with tiny plastic babies frozen inside them (yeah, that was a little freaky, but hilarious), to the mix of people we had, to the baby gear we got. All showers should be that much fun!

It's starting to feel like we live at Kaiser

In the last week, R. and I have been to a regular prenatal appointment, a 3-hour Newborn Care class and a full day session on how to birth a baby.

My mom and I spent a half-day of her (wonderful!) visit last week doing my 3-hour glucose test (after which I looked like a junkie, cause you get needle-stuck four times). And hey, turns out I flunked that one, so I now have to see a dietitian (who I gather is going to show me what a serving size is -- I guess they think I'm too much of a moron to figure that out myself -- and get on my ass about not eating any sugar again ever, at least until Kid A is born), and then go to yet another midday appointment to get taught how to use a blood monitoring thing to stick my finger with four times a day, results of which I will have to tell them on the phone when the Blood Sugar Police call me every friggin week. All this despite the fact that I have none of the risk factors and none of the symptoms of GD -- I don't have a family history of diabetes, I didn't start out overweight, haven't gained too much (at 33 weeks, I'm up barely 20 lbs.), the baby is measuring right on target, and I'm eating well and exercising (supposedly all the things they're going to tell me to start doing, if Dr. Google is to be believed).

They took my alcohol, they took most of my caffeine, and now they're taking my sugar -- it was all I had left. This unchecked aggression will not stand, man.

And but so anyway, we're to the point where we have a regular prenatal appointment every two weeks (instead of every four), and ALSO we have one more class to take. Oi.

If any of you are tempted to tell me that this is only the tip of the doctor appointment iceberg, and blah blah blah just wait till you also have to take the kid in every six days or whatever -- please restrain yourselves. That's not what I need to hear right now, even -- or especially -- if it's true.

In other, cheerier news, our friends K&K threw us a fabulous baby shower on Sunday, with good food, good friends, and lots of baby gear that we needed -- and we have pictures! Will post about that, and show the pics, in the next installment of ye olde blogge.