For lack of a clever title: UPDATE

Ok, so it's been a while since I've been able to just sit down and write. And I think my life is busy now...

This past Sunday was my anti-shower baby shower. My mom and the girls put a whole tonne of work into the day and it was absolutely fan-tas-tique!! I didn't get too many pictures (read: Rory was too busy making sure the beer got drank by himself and everyone else to take that many6) so if anyone out there has some, please email to my yahoo or post on yer facebook...please? But really, a super day and a good time was had by 99.9% of attendees (you can't win 'em all). I will do the event justice by doing a separate post when I have some accompanying photographs.

This past Wednesday I reached my 33 week of pregnancy. Seriously, is this business over yet? Each day brings new and mostly unpleasant surprises - in the past few weeks mainly chronic heartburn waking me up, some carpel tunnel, and condescending nurses who think they know it all (but don't know nothing). Whatever. I am just so tired of being pregnant it is making me grumpy. Yes, all you smart-arses, grumpier than usual. I sort of feel like staying in bed, curled up with my doggy, all day, EVERY DAY.

People (you know, all of those helpful people that feel the need to tell me their opinion, all the time, and talk like they are certainly the only person who would be an expert on the subject) tell me I will forget all this discomfort after my precious bundle of joy arrives. I think I will likely NOT forget, and not only because I have now recorded it for posterity on this blog, but mostly because it is part of my martyrdom that begins with baby's birth. Lord help the poor sprog when he gets his first "how could you do this to your mother? Do you know what I went through to bring you into this world?" speech. Like I'm a freakin hero or something. I'm sure things *may* get exaggerated slightly (seeing as I have been VERY lucky i think with this pregnancy - my compatriots have had worse experiences and would probably like to punch me when I b*tch). But this type of melodrama is my speciality, and while I'm told marrying Rory has toned it down about a thousand notches, no one can erase that oh-so-special part of my personality. I come by it honestly though, right mom :) ?

So, for now I wait. Not just for the birth of the most special little man in the universe, but also for more of my friends to get knocked up and share in this life-affirming 9-month experience of delight known as pregnancy.