It's honeydew week for us!

I've spent this entire pregnancy completely addicted to BabyCenter and their fruits-and-veggies approach to baby development -- this week your baby is as big as a lentil bean, this week he's a banana, etc. And I totally remember getting pissed off around month four because of a major WTF with the food sizes -- weeks 12, 13, and 14 were compared to a lime, shrimp, and lemon, respectively. Where, exactly do you find a shrimp that's bigger than a lime? I'd like to live in that world. So I cracked up today when Chrissy D emailed to complain 'cause she's at week 14 and feels like a lime and a lemon are too similar in size.
Anyway, no point to that story. It just reminded me of a fun moment along the way. But we're already up to honeydew melon week, which is crazy! Good thing we put the crib together last night. I'll post pics once we put the finishing touches on. Also super-overdue for shower pics! Aggghhhhh I'm terrible at blogging.

Birth class...

...this past Saturday. Things I learned:

1) Waiting room chairs are even less comfortable after eight hours.
2) Olive Garden portabella ravioli is delicious. Especially when it's free.
3) Shaving standards? Much different when that video was filmed.
4) Hospital located between a Wawa and a Dunkin Donuts. (Advantage: Wawa.)
5) My hospital room might have a jacuzzi! But I still don't think I'm going to pack G's board shorts.

We pack and deliver like UPS trucks.

Good timing on ordering the ebay bag, because according to my weekly BabyCenter update, I should be packing my hospital bag right around...yesterday. But I'm not sure I agree with their packing list. A few of their recommendations I plan to ignore:
1) Light reading. I'm sorry, is this a cruise?
2) Massage oils. I doubt there will be ANY point during labor where I think, "This would be better if I were greasier."
3) Talismans. Really? Talismans?
4) Baby nail clippers. Still phobic about this -- I'll just bring mittens.
5) A bathing suit for my "labor coach" in case he wants to "jump in the shower" with me. Nothing like a romantic hospital shower a deux!

No, no, no....yes.

This is productive. Right?

I'm 33 weeks today!! So to celebrate -- or maybe just because I felt like online shopping -- I went on ebay and picked up the cutest hospital bag ever.
Okay, so I didn't NEED a new duffel bag. But look how cute! It's like it was made to hold my lip balm and contraband granola bars. :) Plus, total bargain.

OMG, it's February...

...and that means Danger is due next month!! Woohoooooo!!!!!

(It also means I suck at keeping up with this blog. Oh well.)

Even though I'm feeling super-impatient about meeting the babe, it seems like the last few months flew by. Which makes me want to reminisce about the day I found out I was preggers -- July 24, 2008. (The day before Warped Tour, where I wound up dozing off for two hours in an empty box seat at the Tweeter -- hooray for first-trimester fatigue! -- which earned me a safety lecture from my niece Maddi. Since the bun in my oven was still a secret, I blamed Katy Perry's terrible set for putting me to sleep.)

Anyway, I had just turned 29 the week before, and I was having a major confidence malfunction. For starters, despite busting my ass at the gym, my muffin top just kept getting bigger. On top of that, I was broken out like a 12-year-old. But somehow, pregnancy never even crossed my mind -- mainly because I was on a mini-hiatus from my fertility meds. So I just thought I was on the accelerated path towards being a fat, unattractive cougar. But a few days later, I took an HPT so I could get back on the Clomid train. And...TWO LINES! That's when it occured to me that I was, um, 40-some days late.

G had left for work, like, three seconds before this. Waiting for him to come home was killer -- didn't help that he called on his way home and asked me to meet him at the gym. Argh. But finally, we got home and I spilled the beans en route to Sand Stand. Then we took our celebratory ice cream to Beach 1 and basically flipped out with excitement.

The best part was, when I went to the doctor, I found out I was eight weeks along -- I'd totally sidestepped the morning sickness and was already 20% of the way there :) Although I kind of felt like one of those girls on Jerry Springer who's like, "I didn't even know I was pregnant, I just thought I was real bloated!"

And now here we are, with fewer than eight weeks left to go. CAN'T WAIT!

(Thought this was a fat pic. Turns out I was knocked up. Much better!)