hooky, sewing, preterm labor

I did something irresponsible today. I skipped out on Breastfeeding 101. It was the last of our scheduled pre-baby classes. Neither M nor I were all that excited about going because we figured that everything we would learn would be information that we either had or could easily get. I am good at the Google, and I can read books, and most of my friends have breastfed, and there are several lactation specialists at the hospital so surely I could get what I need to know in some form! I commented to M earlier today that us modern women needed to go to a class to learn what generations without end of women picked up on their own. We were still planning on going, until we came home and it was brilliantly sunny and nice, and I felt better than I have felt in several weeks. We decided not to waste the wonderful, so M painted furniture and mowed the lawn while I put things away and took care of a little laundry and then started my next sewing project. We got more done in three hours than we did all weekend.

My sewing project was one of reebert's. I made a homemade heating pad from her Slapdash column at Mosaic Minds. The idea for making it came when, at the beginning of my sewing hobby, I perused the back issues of MM to see if there was anything easy I wanted to make. Then it occurred to me that I might very well like to have a heating pad at the hospital, and while I have one of that type, I would also hate to ruin or lose it (gift from M's aunt and uncle... who would probably be extremely gratified if they knew that I couldn't sleep for a month without it when I cracked the rib.) Then last week I was thinking of giving something small and gifty to the family members hosting my shower (this weekend!) and realized that these would, just as Marie said, make great gifts. So, now I've made one and it is really cute.. and of course I don't have a picture because I'm lazy, so now I just have to decide if I want to make five more. And if my twelve-year-old niece would be interested in one anyway, since she's also part of the shower committee. And where I can buy rice in bulk. ;) It's lavender-scented, by the way, because that's what my other one is. By the way, it was fun to make, except for the part where I was supposed to be marking with a temporary fabric marker of some sort. Mine didn't work so much.. I guess I should find one that does. :)

M and I had an interesting conversation tonight. I was explaining to him that it was funny, but I no longer feel overly terrified of preterm labor. I just don't see it happening as clearly as I once did. I imagine it's just that it's been this long and things still seem to be going well, so I feel more relaxed. It helps, of course, that I'm now 32 weeks. In the middle of that, I notice that M is not seeming to agree with me, so I ask him what he thinks. "I think we'll be LUCKY to make it to 35 weeks," he says forcefully, and in utter contempt of the How Not to Make Your Wife Freak Out handbook. So, there you have it. My husband thinks that there is a good chance that we will have a baby within three weeks. Three. Weeks. Now, I am not saying that he's a prophet or anything, but just the fact that he is considering our time frame to be so very short is alarming. And also, if he thinks we have less than three weeks left, why has he not fixed the dresser drawers so I can wash the baby's clothes and put them away? ;)

Also, Ducky, this is a good time to prove your father wrong. Surely you want to engage in a little in utero rebellion?