I took my three hour glucose tolerance test today. Was not too bad. It was totally worth it to call around and found out which lab facility had recliners for pregnant women. I was able to get in a nap, read several chapters of "The Long Awaited Stork" (Thanks, Kathy!) and prop up the feet. Certainly hope I pass. Thanks to those of you that reassured me with statistics. I hope I fall into the positive end of them!

So far we have been to two childbirth classes (out of a series of four). There is a little bit that has been helpful (the exercises for my back and stretching the pelvis, which I didn't really know too much about before, other miscellaneous information) but I do find that how tired I am the next day sort of outweighs the benefit. I still remain pretty open to the method of birth; however he arrives is fine with me as long as we both remain healthy. I suppose that is really all I want. IF has taught me that things don't necessarily go as planned, so I feel an open mind and a bit of preparedness on possible interventions is best for me.

As part of this last class, we watched another delivery, and this video showed delivery of the placenta. My husband whispered to me, "What do they do with the placenta after it's delivered?" I told him that they plant it under a tree. He actually looked at me and said, "Really?" Heh.

Here is a pic from my shower this past weekend:

Here is one of the cake I probably shouldn't eat:

And here is our crib and bedding:

Is it nerdy that I am so tempted to iron that wrinkled sheet?