One Week to Go

We had our next baby doctor visit this morning. Based on what she saw and our anecdotal evidence the physician's assistant thinks Fetie will probably make his arrival in about a week, which would make him a few days early. The "anecdotal evidence" of note is that the baby dropped about a week ago (we think last Wednesday or Thursday). Apparently first babies usually are born around two weeks after they drop. As usual, though, she would make no guarantees.

Last night we went to our breastfeeding class (a month later than we tried to schedule it, through no fault of ours), which was a lot more informative than we had expected. Steph has been reading a lot, as she is want to do, so she was feeling like she'd learned about as much as she could without having an actual baby to try things out with. For my part, I thought that my lack of the requisite equipment would leave me marginalized in this focused instructional environment. And while it is true that for the most part I only got to play with the doll during the bathroom break, there was a lot of good information to be had, and I got to demonstrate my spectacular note-taking abilities. For those keeping score at home, we're now trained to:

• Birth a baby
• Feed a baby
• Care for a baby
• Revive a dead baby
  

We're even officially certified in the first and last! Oddly enough, we took those classes in reverse order.