Okay, so after having a good cry over our answering machine (which says, "John, Lori, Dixie and Raleigh can't come to the phone *insert Raleigh barking*), and listening to John tell me last night that he couldn't even look at my blog because that last sweet picture of Raleigh made him...well, made his eyes sweat (Marines don't cry), I have to help move things on.
He's been pushing for more pictures, so I guess I can put a few up.
I need to preface the next picture with the information that I did NOT necessarily want to do a 'belly' shot, but my friend Deb (who was with us) and John kept pushing for it, so I did ONE. You can tell by my face it was not of my own will. I'm posting it, however, because I cannot BELIEVE how big I look--and since this book is for Matthew, he should know that it is THIS STOMACH (okay, and maybe those 'girls') that's making mommy's back hurt SO MUCH!
This is 21 weeks and 4 days...basically 5 and a half months. I'm already growing out of a lot of the maternity things I have...and have a while to go still! YIKES!
As for baby birthing class, we passed. John kept trying to be class clown (which he got away with since we had just found out about Raleigh and no WAY was I going to give him a knuckle sandwich then) and really, it was pretty much stuff I knew. In fact, I found myself getting aggravated with people who were telling other people information like they knew what they were talking about. I guess because we went the "engineered" way, and I am an information-aholic (not to mention, married to Daddypedia) I am WAY more educated about a lot of this stuff than the average first time mom. I didn't really get too much new information from the nurse giving our class, which was sort of frustrating because I would rather have been with Raleigh, but we did practice some breathing and it was hammered in to John that his job was to make me comfortable. So, something accomplished. In any event, I still say, even in a birthing class, when showing the videos, there should be a "WARNING--GROSS STUFF COMING" disclaimer before they just flash to the money shots of childbirth.
EWWW. I will *NOT* be asking for a mirror for the process. Trust me.