Well, that weekend disappeared in an awful hurry.

Friday night was K.T.'s game. We got to fight pirates, whee! And my character popped a level, which is always nice.

Saturday morning, Matt unpacked and assembled the playpen/bassinet/changing table thingy. It's probably a good thing Kevin had given us a demonstration of theirs on Friday - the instruction book was hard to understand, and in several cases, simply dead wrong.

But he got it all put together eventually, and hopefully next time won't be quite as strange.

Our high chair that Matt ordered also arrived on Saturday. Of course, we won't need it until the baby's at least three or four months old and sitting up on her own and starting to eat food. But it's something we won't have to worry about. It's a gorgeous chair - Matt did a great job of picking something pretty that would fit in reasonably well with our own furniture.

And then Saturday afternoon... and evening... and night, we had a monster Hall session. That ran the better part of ten hours, but was fun.

I'd like to say I slept in Sunday morning, but I was out of bed by eight. (My back gets pretty irritable with me if I spend too long lying down.) So I sat in the nursery and took all the tags off the clothes and blankets and things, so I can make sure they're all pre-washed before the baby arrives.

The morning was fairly relaxed, and then Matt and I went over to Target to pick up a few things - a wastebasket and a laundry hamper and some other stuff for the baby and nursery. By the time we got home, there was a call from my parents, so I called them back and they came over.

I think mostly Mom just wanted to ooh and aah at all the baby stuff, since she hadn't gotten a close look at the shower. So we showed them the nursery, and Mom went through all the little clothes, and Dad checked out the toys, and then we all sat and talked for a while. (And completely forgot to give Dad his painting gear back. Oops.)

After they left, we had about enough time to catch our breath and then we headed off for our Lamaze class.

The regular instructor wasn't there, so it was covered by someone else. She's a doula - that is, a professional labor support person. (According to my books, a doula is a little bit like a nurse or a midwife, only instead of being there to take care of the baby, the doula's first and primary responsibility is to take care of the mother.) As Matt said later, she had a strange pairing of traits: She was both likeable and a complete flake. She would ramble off on tangents and completely forget what she was talking about. She did this frequently.

She did this so frequently, actually, that the class ran a full 40 minutes overtime. But I didn't really mind too much; even her tangents had good information in them. And she was so enthusiastic about everything. It was very reassuring. I wished she was our regular Lamaze teacher, and if I thought my medical insurance would cover a doula, I'd be strongly considering it.

(It was also very reassuring when she said that the best doctor in Williamsburg for avoiding episiotomies was, in fact, our doctor.)

And then we came home, and it wasn't long after that when I tumbled into bed.

So we got a lot done and had a lot of fun, but... Where did all the time go???

--Liz