The weekend went well. My couple came and spent Saturday night with me, which was a treat.

(They don't get to come stay unless Dad is out of the apartment.) Sunday was my baby shower. It seemed like everybody got lost trying to get there, and one of the hostesses received the news that her beloved cat has a week to live. That was a downer, but we made the best of it. A friend brought her 17 mo. old son with her, and he helped provide plenty of entertainment. I got a lot of baby/kid books, which is wonderful! People were very generous; I was once again reminded that I'm blessed.
The other downer was that Mom didn't come. She had made it quite clear that she had no intentions of going. She went to a coworker's shower, instead. And while that cut to the quick, it was nice to be myself around friends and people who love and accept me for who I am -- not who I'm in love with -- and wanted to celebrate my baby with me.
I had an appointment with the midwife today. I've gained about 25 lbs. total, my stats are looking good, and the baby is head down with a healthy heartbeat. 35 weeks tomorrow. Eesh.
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