We had to scuttle our plans to spend our anniversary in our new home. The bed we ordered last week hasn't arrived. Last night the store called to say they'd received defective merchandise from the warehouse; this morning they called for good measure, saying the truck had broken down. I can't help but wonder if they are just full of it.

Last night's breastfeeding class was amusingly informative. Some guy asked if it was theoretically possible to nurse into adulthood. The lactation consultant handled the question gracefully. If I were the dude's wife I probably would have elbowed him in the solar plexus. The answer, incidentally was that it wouldn't be practical, as a developing child's nutritional needs change blah blah blah. But in some cultures there are grandmothers who can "relactate" when need arises. I continue to be amazed at how we in North America turn a fundamental biological function into a huge, complex academic exercise.

Meanwhile, I am nesting my little brains out. We built the baby's swing yesterday, we have a car seat, and I bought a package of diapers, so I suppose technically I'm ready for anything. I made the mistake of going to a home improvement store today for a shower curtain liner and a broom. I nearly walked out of there with 20 square yards of wallpaper and the makings of organizers for three closets. There really ought to be a law preventing women in their last two months of pregnancy from entering these places without an escort.

Tomorrow, it's off to the OB again. I'm hoping he'll say the same thing he always says: baby still hasn't descended, everything looks good, heartbeat sounds wonderful, call me if you think it's time but otherwise, we'll see you next week.