No News is Good News

As predicted, September came and went relatively quickly. My nice, round, pregnancy belly finally arrived sometime in the last month. Kevin noted the other day that it appears in doorways and around corners before I do. It's not really enormous though so it's not too uncomfortable. Bending over isn't as easy as it used to be, but I'm bothered more by other things. In fact, I think I'll miss it when it's gone.

The classes went well. Kevin is now prepared to be a labor coach and giver of first aid and CPR. I'm prepared to um...breastfeed. The labor part for me is a little bit more tricky. So long as I manage to escape an induction, I'm not planning to take any narcotics or get an epidural so my outlook on the whole thing is that I'm going to get through it one contraction at a time. I'll let you know how that turns out.

I have a little less than 4 weeks remaining until the estimated due date of November 9th. The ultrasound last month was excellent. The baby looked great and she was measuring right on time. I'm officially in the safe zone where if I went into labor right now, they wouldn't try to stop it because the baby should be ready. The keyword there is baby. We are supposed to be ready too, but I'm not sure anyone is ever completely ready. Maybe after I finish washing and folding all my nifty cloth diapers. Or after I finish packing my hospital bag(s). When there are a few frozen meals in the freezer so we don't have to cook much when we get home from the hospital? In any case, there's plenty left for us to do.