My biggest struggle last week was with the iron pills. I couldn’t seem to find a good time to take them. They supposedly work best on an empty stomach, but I never seemed to have an empty stomach. It was as if I had always just eaten or was just about to eat. When I managed to find a time that was truly between meals, the pills upset my stomach and then I had to eat something to settle it down. So really, what was the point of even attempting to take them on an empty stomach? It took me all week to realize that. Now I just take the stupid things when and if I remember to.
On Saturday we had our all-day childbirth class. It was both frightening and reassuring. I’m not sure it will really help us prepare for the big scary day, but there was a definite bonus in going. Faithful Reader had to massage me or look like an insensitive bastard in front of a roomful of people. That made it well worth my time and money.
My sister-in-law’s sister-in-law gave us a huge bin of baby boy clothes. Some of them have not only never been worn, they’ve never even been taken off the hanger. I wish I could sort through them now, but we won’t know what to keep until the little one is born. If he’s a bitty baby, the warmer things will fit him next winter. If he’s a big boy, they won’t. I guess we’ll find out soon enough. Only 10 more weeks to go!