Week 36

This weekend I took the Labor & Delivery tour of the 5-star hotel hospital I'm delivering at. Let's just say, it's got a white marble lobby and private rooms with wiFi, plasma screen tvs and sweeping views of the lakeshore. I'm sorry I didn't take any pix, but you can be sure there will be plenty come late October! You can even request that these video monitors drop down from the ceiling if you want to watch the live action. Yes, the birth process, that is what I mean. 

Anyway, I took this tour by myself because it was my 36th week of pregnancy and I figured I should really do something to prepare myself. The Fella had just come off an overnight moonlighting shift at the hospital and was back at home sleeping. Needless to say, I was the only one in the group without her partner, parents, other family, etc. And without my wedding ring (it doesn't fit anymore on my pregnantly-swollen fingers) and lack of a sig other, I sure looked sad and knocked up. Even worse, I couldn't help but leak (tears, not a water bag) when I saw teeny weeny newborn babies hanging out in the post-partum floor nursery. But. It's all good because I know the truth. And rumor has it there is ice cream available to the medical staff––lucky for me, my doctor hubby has the proper creds to steal me some! Just sayin.

In other news, I think I'm creeping out my dog. Some days I walk so. decrepitly. slowly. She eyes me like I'm a mommy zombie lurching towards her.