On "The Final Stretch"

So far, May has been a busy month. I've completed painting the kid's room, with the exception of the trim around the windows, and possibly the closet doors and regular door. We still need to build the furniture, at the very least, his cradle, as that's where he'll be sleeping for a few months.

We attended baby shower #1 (friends and family.) Moderately successful. No one tried to accost me or coo over me too much, which is much appreciated. We received a lot of stuff for the meatloaf and in order not to make myself feel overwhelmed, the night of the baby shower I obsessively wrote out ALL the thank you cards and sent them out by Monday morning. I washed and sorted all the baby clothes we received, even though I have absolutely no where to put anything yet.

J and I attended birthing class on Saturday. We opted for the one day class instead of the three week class, just to get it out of the way. 7 1/2 hours later... we learned nearly nothing. Not to mention, the birthing videos they showed were damn horrifying and nearly threw me into a full blown panic attack. It wasn't a complete waste of a day, but let me tell you, I'm glad the weather wasn't beautiful.

Yesterday I had my 34+2 check up with the doctor. All is still well and it seems like the little poltergeist is head down and ready for the big show, and hopefully he stays that way. Another appointment in 2 weeks, where I'll be officially 9 months knocked up... eek! Then we'll break it down to an appointment a week.

Baby shower #2 takes place this Sunday (work homies.) Should be a decent little afternoon. Not to mention, I'm still trying to work through Leopold's bladder stone, so I have to take him back to the vet on Saturday for a x-ray to see if the stone has gotten any smaller. We're keeping our fingers and paws crossed that it has.

Dad and brother's birthdays coming up in the next few weeks, a dentist appointment, and one more hair cut before D-Day.

I'd like to say that June will be quieter, but I think my "quiet" months have left me far behind.