Two weeks to go (yikes!)

At six weeks left to go, I did a post on what thoughts had been running through my mind. With only two weeks left to go, here is an update.

1. My child will have the cutest bum on the block. Here are two pictures of the diapers BJ's mom (Nana) and I made this past weekend.

2. Grandma Farr would have loved those diapers.

3. I'm tired of being in labor. One of my pregnancy books described month nine as an entire month of labor, and in my experience, that is pretty accurate. I'll spare you any further detail.

4. Due to number 3, if this little boy pulls an Uncle Bro and comes two weeks late, he will be born grounded.

5. He's probably going to pull an Uncle Bro, isn't he?

6. The grandmothers are more anxious than BJ and I. When I see my mom calling, I now answer, "Hello. I'm not in labor. What's up with you?"

7. People who don't take advantage of all the free educational opportunities hospitals offer before giving birth are really missing out. In the past week, BJ and I finished our childbirth courses, I had an hour-long consultation with a lactation specialist, and we met with our pediatrician. I now know so much that I didn't know before. Of course, when you know nothing, you naturally have a lot to learn.

8. After the before-mentioned lactation consultation, I learned that babies spend a significant portion of each day eating. This means I will be spending a significant portion of each day being something akin to a soda fountain.

9. Gus's world is about to be turned upside down. He has started to sense that something is going on, so he is being really clingy. Since, as we all know, I am not even a little bit differentiated from this dog, my natural reaction is to be clingy in return. In other words, we're doing a lot of clinging here lately.

10. I'm going to sort of miss being pregnant. Don't be too shocked. I won't miss all the weird symptoms or the getting-fatter-by-the-day part. But I'll miss watching him move around and feeling him get the hiccups (which he does almost every night when I go to bed). I'll also miss our little games where I poke him to watch him move in response. He probably won't miss me poking him, though. I poke him a lot.

In conclusion and due to a request from one of my Fat Tuesday girls, here is a picture of the bump at 38 weeks. I am huge.