Hey look! Chock full o’ baby, I am. This was the day of my shower, in the baby room we’ve set up. It’s weird, I have really, really big boobs, but they haven’t really grown with pregnancy, I’m in all my same bras (though, not underwire now) but it’s weird to see them look almost… small . .. compared to the belly, you know?

One of the things at the shower that threw me, was when mainegirl said "If you need anything next month, let me know, I have every other day off [sidenote, what a GREAT schedule. If I could get a part-time gig like that in a school? ALL OVER IT] and would be ahppy to come over so you can take a shower or whatever…" and I literally blinked, and was thinking "Uh, huh? What’s so special about next month?" until I realized "OH MY GOD, I’m HAVING A BABY NEXT. MONTH." (And what a great offer! I may very well take you up on that.)

In other news, my sister is being flaky. I know! I know, total surprise.  From the minute she heard I was pregnant, she said she wanted to come home and help out, which is great. She would be really good to have around those first few days, to help with taking care of us new parents, mostly. But, she has a dog, and I said from day one "What about the dog?" I think I’ve even written about it here, that we really, really can’t have a dog here — we aren’t dog people, we’re going to be dealing with a NEW BABY, and hello, our cat is a slow moving meatball to a high strung dog.  It’s just not cool with us.

Today, I talked to her, and she brought up the dog again, and I brought up the "Kate, really, we can’t have a dog here, I’ve told you…." and now she’s all offended (it has been dscussed over and over and over) and "well, if I can’t sleep with the dog inside, then I can’t stay with you," and I’m like "Well, okay then. We can’t have a dog here." So, whatever. Maybe my mom will come — I had said that I couldn’t have everyone stay here, that one person was okay, but not my whole family camped out in the guest room, with my sister sleeping in the hammock out back. (No, really, she’d do that. She’s, you know, Kate.)

Anyway. We’ll survive. So frustrating, though, to have this all sort of happen RIGHT NOW, when I’ve been SAYING for MONTHS that we can’t. have. a. dog. in. the. HOUSE. Is that a totally irrational request? I don’t think the dog is even a year old. Sigh. We’ll figure it out.