Shower Time

My family threw a shower for me this past weekend. They went to so much trouble-- it was beautiful. I really wasn't into making everyone look at the boring baby gear or eat chocolate that looks like poo-- so we kept the "present opening" to about an hour and then invited the guys over for a bbq. We went through a heap of booze so I think everyone must have had fun! And in fact, although I was coveting the vino my friends and family cruised around the yard with, I was ok with my blackberry Diet Hansens.

Post-shower though: We have a freakin' bassinet in our room. EEEK! We are having a baby! It's finally REAL. It's going to happen. Whether I like it or not. (Which luckily I do)

I am in a way happy the shower is over. It felt like such a milestone and now that it's past, my only focus is the actual Birth of Roter. I can't believe it, and I am now feeling anxiety...

Anyone else out there praying for contractions? :)