Well, I'm no longer on pelvic rest! And haven't heard anything about my glucose test, and since no news is good news that means that everything is fine. I was horrified at the thought of having to stick my fingers repeatedly through the day. I'm okay with getting blood drawn from anywhere and shots are fine too, but prick my fingers? No way man.
Mitch and I went to our child birthing class yesterday. It was very helpful and informative. They go over everything that can happen at the hospital, pain medication options, breathing, some breastfeeding/bottle feeding tips, and newborn care. We both said we felt the class was good and we were glad we did it. The lady that did the class also gave us permission to call with questions now or after we have the baby with any questions. What a lady! She just asks that you call before midnight or her family startles awake thinking there is a family emergency.
I posted the pictures of the shelves I painted and Mitch hung. I should probably take more belly pictures again, as I've noticed I've gotten much bigger this past month. Moving around is getting a bit more cumbersome, like rolling over in bed and getting up from the couch. I know, this is only going to get worse...on the bright side, we are seeing so many big kicks now that my whole belly moves and swirls at times that I become entranced just watching it for a while.
Oh, I had my first real baby dream. I've had pregnancy dreams and dreams where I have a wrapped up sort of faceless baby in my arms, but the other night I had a dream where I had a real life baby and I could see his face (they all kind of look alike when they are newborns anyway). It was a pretty vivid dream and damn cool!
Baby junk aside, I think Southfield is sucking the life out of me. This area is filled with some of the meanest, jerkiest people I've ever encountered. The difference between the 15 miles from here to Livonia even is ridiculous. I don't know what it is, being so close to the crap hole that is Detroit? But most of the people here are just horrible. Southfield is a nice suburb, and I live in a nice area. There are no broken down, junky looking beaters in my complex. I am not in the ghetto. But the attitude of people here, at the grocery store, EVERYWHERE (Even the way people drive out here reflects this lack of concern for others) - The people here are so...inconsiderate and rude. I don't get it. I can't wait for my lease to be up and I'll commute the half hour to work just so I don't have thoughts of hurting my fellow citizens. And it's bad when I'm this way. I am very caring, a supporter and defender of all people, and that that I am so disgusted on a daily basis by almost everyone I encounter...I feel guilty about this!
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