Steppin' Out With My Baby

This will be the week we look back on as "when life became all about baby." It started off Saturday with our shower—full of friends, food and fart and poopy jokes. See photo above for proof.


Thanks to Brandi, Kristy and Erika for hosting. As much as I don't like being the center of attention, I have to admit it was nice to have so many people stare at my big belly and spoil little Baby G before he or she has even entered the world.


Highlights included: having four grandmas and a great-grandma to-be in one room, laughing hysterically as Jessica recounted her pit stop at a neighborhood birthday party before realizing she was in the wrong house, getting my belly measured by my mom via Melissa's terrifically cute snake growth chart, and opening breast cream in front of 25 of my closest friends and relatives.










Nick was a little overwhelmed by the pile of awesome gifts that awaited him after his grown-up Frisbee golf outing. He did love Kristy's diaper cake. Of course he had to add his own frosting. No, that is not a poopy joke.




This afternoon, the fun continued with our 7-month check up. Everything is still going according to plan, although I did have my first chance to feel like an idiot in front of the doctor (or should I say midwife). She asked if I'd started thinking about who would "care for" the baby, so I launched into a diatribe about how we're consdering a nanny or a day care or some combination. And then she said, "Well, that's nice. But I was wondering about a pediatrician." Oh. Hadn't really thought about that. She'll be seeing a lot more of stupid me soon. We go back again in three weeks, and then we start checking in every two weeks.

And you faithful readers have a real treat coming later this week. Thursday marks our first night of childbirth classes. I'm guessing they ease the men in slowly and don't show graphic videos the first night. But I'm sure Nick will have some sage observations for you either way. Stay tuned!