End of Week 31!

Whew! Time is really starting to move quickly now for us as we try to finish up the last of the 'normal life projects' before digging into the 'baby life projects' (baby furniture, clothing organization, etc.). We now have 8 weeks left (allegedly) which is less than 2 months! Yikes! Got to keep a truckin'!
Yesterday we completed our hospital based childbirth class. It was a really good class with very frank and, I believe, honest instructors. For the first 1/2 hour, Doug kept on tapping me and saying, "This is something you should really pay attention to," or "That's a really good thing to know." It was good to see him so excited and he was definitely into the material! I guess you can't just take the doctor out of the dad! haha! We also went through some relaxation techniques and after five 1 minute long practice contractions where he provided massage or soothing light touch, he reported his hands were pooped! I can't say mine wouldn't be either. That's got to be work. Time to buy some tube socks for tennis and golf balls and a pastry roller!
This week was marked by a wonderful surprise giant baby item stuffed basket from the ladies at work, ordering the stroller and diaper bag (we'll just call the stroller a baby ATV for price and off road features), and the now humorous great cake incident....
Last weekend, Doug and I hosted a shower for his brother and future sister-in-law Jed and Tammy. We had some cake left over which was very, very yummy. Tuesday night, after returning home from a day of continuing education, venturing to Costco, and a La Leche meeting teaming with 5,000 busy toddlers, all I wanted prior to going to bed was a glass of milk and a serving of that buttercream frosting cake! I poured myself that glass of milk, headed down to the basement to get the cake from the fridge, and opened the refridgerator door. Gasp! The cake was gone! My throat constricted as I tried to breathe and eventually yelled up the stairs, "Honey, did you eat the rest of the cake?" "Yes," he hesitantly and very cautiously replied. Those were the last words we spoke to each other the rest of the night. I covered my milk and went to bed silently.
The next day Doug sends me an apologetic email stating that he had started to eat the cake and after a few bites, realized it wasn't a good choice for him to be eating and that it probably wasn't the best nutritional choice for the baby me either. Then acting for best interests, he admitted he threw the rest of the cake in the trash...
I must say say that as a pregnant woman, this was a very sad moment for me to realize that yummy, beautiful buttercream frosting cake was in the trashcan. I'd rather just known that he couldn't help himself and ate it all (as I can identify with that). And while he definitely acted with the best of interests, it was of little consolation as we pregnant girls have to give up all sorts of yummy stuff (soft cheeses, lunchmeat, coffee, tea, wine, sushi, homemade ice cream, etc.). After a bit of talking it out, we can now laugh at the incident, and I'm starting to see the silver lining in it all; he has offered to take me to Cold Stone Creamery twice already since Tuesday! That great sacrifice is starting to work in my favor! Who woulda thought? Yummy yummy!