Just what every woman wants: tall, dark and tidy

Fate took pity on me last night: when we were in childbirth class watching the birthing video, the glare from the lights just happened to fall right over the lady's most private privates, so all I really saw was the baby being lifted on her chest right after delivery. Dodged a bullet on that one! Nice! Although, I gotta say, that baby was pretty slimy. There's something about the amount of fluid involved in this whole thing that's surprising to me. I don't know why, but I always pictured birth being drier than this. Of course, I also didn't realize Santa wasn't real until about the 5th grade, so I tend to be somewhat behind the times on things. But that's ok. I'm special.

Been up since 3 o'clock this morning. Ergh. I had to use the facilities and then I couldn't fall back asleep. I figure that in a few hours, I'll be wiped like a chalkboard, but right now I'm still going strong because I'm excited about my doctor's appointment this morning. I'm curious to hear if I'm still measuring slightly big and what that might mean. Will he be a 10-pound bruiser or am I just carrying around 10 extra pounds of donuts? The suspense is killing me!