They say that right about now the "nesting" instinct should set in (where all you want to do is clean the house). Nope, I'm about as far from nesting as you can get. Normally I would have had the downstairs bathroom cleaned awhile ago. Now, everytime I go in there, I see this dead little silverfish on the floor (which is great - it means the pest control service is effective). I guarantee you that silverfish will still be there, covered in a pile of dust, after the baby's born.

Maybe I'm just too reluctant to bend over. I have found my toes to be great little graspers, so whenever I drop something I just pick it up with my feet. I had to cut my toenails yesterday. I was able to get the big toe and the next three toes pretty with way too much effort, but I couldn't get to the pinky toe unless I contorted my body, put my foot back by my butt and kind of came at it from the other side. It was pretty. Luckily I haven't had any trouble shaving my legs. Well, except for the whole motivation part...but on the rare occasion that I do shave my legs, I've got a long way to go before I can't.

We went to our first childbirth class the other day. We'll have the class for the next 3 Wednesday nights. They always say that the more informed you are, the less fear you'll experience going in. I don't really feel that way. I feel like the more I know, the more appealing a C-section sounds. I would almost prefer not to know what I am getting into. It's already a given that I'll be completely miserable for about half a day to a whole day...why be completely miserable in anticipation for two months leading up to it?

No, I'm glad we're doing it, but I still find it all pretty scary. I think it's solidified my decision to have the epidural. They had this model of a pelvis and then a little baby doll, so the instructor would demonstrate how the baby would maneuver through the pelvis in different presentations. On our way out, I said to Andy "I don't know how the baby expects to fit through my pelvis," and he says "don't worry, I think that your pelvis is probably a lot bigger than the model." That's why I love him - he always knows exactly what to say and when!

My latest hobby is responding to all these baby name polls on babyzone.com. It can keep me entertained for hours. You just do one, then go to the next, and they go in random order so that maybe once every 40 you see one you've already seen, but for the most part you're answering new polls each time. If I were posting one up there, I would add a choice of "none of the above." Some of these names are absolutely horrendous, and I feel bad selecting even the lesser of the evils because some poor child out there is going to be cursed with one of those awful names. One poll's choices were "Atlas Randall," "August Randall," and some other "A" name equally offensive. I usually answer in the minority because I can't stand all these modern cutesy names. It's really entertaining because I just have to wonder what's going through these parents' minds to actually give consideration to some of these names.

Now I can only hope that when we announce the name along with the birth, people aren't like "ouch, poor kid." My personal preference for my own is Top 100, but lower half of the Top 100. That way you know it's at least socially acceptable, but your kid won't be one of 7 in his class. I actually would have never thought I'd name my kid what we've come up with, but I've heard more and more people using it or considering using it. I have a feeling that it's gaining in popularity, and our baby will be on the front end of the trend.

Like me - I couldn't be more on the front-end of the "Abigail" trend, which didn't even make the Top 100 in 1981 (see, my kid's at least in better shape than me so far!), and now it's Top 10. People always did follow my lead ;)

Yeah, not so much!