Ever since we found out we were pregnant, I've been looking forward to our hospital's labor & delivery tour, and I'm not exactly sure why... Maybe because it helps me visualize what it'll be like the day we meet our boy, or maybe it's because that meant that we'd be so far along. I figured it would be a sunny fall day with lots of orange leaves and fall temperatures, which I was not mistaken about. I started my day with a spring in my step, heading to the only somewhat-local Old Navy that has a maternity department, for some new tops. I learned a lot about how online returns
We learned that there are cameras allowed up until the birth and then immediately after, which is fine with me. I would like to point out here that I reserve veto rights regarding all video and pictures of myself from that day, and am glad that I won't have to worry about any actual-birth-photos. We learned about pre-registering and saw the rooms that we'll deliver in. We also saw the post-partum rooms, which I was a little surprised to learn, were not as lavish or as large as I had vividly imagined. But all in all, it was pretty much how I'd thought it would be. (The one surprise: there's a 'room service' menu, that you can order from whenever you'd like. Nicer than the typical hospital rounds of jello and chicken broth I had imagined.)
After our tour, we made homemade pot pies with our neighbor, Stephanie, and basically lounged the night away. Sadly, Monday morning came much sooner than I thought it would, as is often the case after a busy weekend. Oh well, we're in the thirtieth week now, which means that the babe is about the size of a squash.
I can say he's at least that big, since he is residing on my bladder.