We had our last class tonight, and one of the couples in the class was missing, because the mom went into premature labour last week. I think she was 3 weeks early. It kind of made it more real to me, that the baby could come early. It was also a little disheartening to listen to all the other moms talk about how they have their baby's rooms ready and decorated, and diapers and clothing bought. Some of them even have bags packed for the hospital. I don't even have a place for the baby to sleep yet! I've been so sure that I wouldn't deliver early, that I would deliver on time or late, that I now feel like I've left everything to the last minute. He'd better not come early.
The one final thing we did tonight was to make an appointment for a baby brag session in January. We're all going to meet at one of the girls houses and bring our babies, and see each other after we had time to recover. :) I understand the concept, and I know I'll probably look forward to getting out of the house with some other new parents by then. It's just that I didn't really make friends or bond with any of the other ladies, and it feels kind of forced to me. Oh well, I guess I'll wait until January to decide to go.
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