
Well, this weekend marked the end of an era...the last pre-baby trip for me. David has at least one more work trip left before the anticipated due date, but after a long weekend in Las Vegas for a friend's wedding, my feet will now be planted in the Bay Area. While the wedding was wonderful, we learned that Vegas is perhaps not the most amenable environment for an expecting mother -- one gets a few odd looks when sporting a sizeable baby bump while waiting in a taxi line at midnight after attending a bachelorette party. Fortunately, David's parents and my friend, Christie, were there to keep me company and away from the roulette tables, and the hotel pool was available for some much-needed respite from the 105+ degree temperatures. Having experienced the third trimester in that excruciating heat, I am now forever grateful to be spending the summer pregnant in cool SF, where a heat wave constitutes mercury rising above 72 degrees.
For those keeping track, I'm now in my 33rd week of pregnancy. The baby is doing her best to keep me up at night, but I'm still finding her kicks and midnight dancing sessions to be endearing rather than exhausting. We are still awaiting our nursery furniture, which is rumored to be making its way from Canada this week -- hopefully we'll get her room in shape before she decides to join us.
Birth University is now complete. We can proudly say we now know how to properly hold an infant, conduct CPR, and soothe her cries (well, we're not sure how successful we'll be at that last one -- but we did learn some techniques). We also learned all about the joy (and horror) of childbirth, in all its graphic detail. But most comforting of all, we learned that while there will be an almost endless supply of frustration, sleep deprivation, and cluelessness in our near futures, there will also be hefty helpings of excitement, laughter, and unbelievable happiness. That's the hope anyway!
The photo is from the Vegas wedding -- our growing little girl can be seen busting out from under David's hand. Though you can't see it here, I made it through the night in high heels (switching to flip flops only at the end, after several rounds of dancing). Judging from my soreness the next morning, I'm guessing that I can find that under the Things Not to Do section of my baby books.
Let's cross our fingers that the next photos will be of a FINISHED nursery!
XO- Lara