Two weeks to D-day

No, I'm not planning an invasion of Normandy even though on some days I feel like a battle tank. I have two weeks until the estimated due date of Baby Olson and I am just about at the point where I am just done with this whole thing. It's not necessarily because I am overly uncomfortable, even though Mike can tell you that I can complain with the best of them. Mostly, I am getting a little tired of people's comments on my size, etc.

I know people mean well for the most part, but depending on the comment and who it comes from, it really taxes on your nerves. Sure I feel like a beached whale, but is it really necessary to point that out to me? I know I am huge being near term, but we are pretty certain that we are NOT having twins. Yes it happens to people, but don't feel inclined to tell me that every time you see me. Even if I just walk into a room, people sometimes comment on how miserable I look. Even at the baby shower at work on Monday, someone made a comment about my ability to fit into the chair reserved for me. I made a stupid retort about the need to get a fork-lift trying to gaff it off as being funny--but it bothered me a little. Most people will be polite in general about peoples' everyday appearance, but they can't seem to keep the tact when it comes to expectant mothers. I'm sure it could be worse and like I said people mean well, but eventually you run out of humor and patience with these things. It makes me appreciate the postive remarks from people that much more, because they are really a minority of the comments you get from people.

Monday, a bunch of co-workers threw us a baby shower at the office (see picture above). Even though Mike and I were aware of it, it was surprising how many people showed up and the amount of gifts we received. With both of our personalities being more on the reserved side and tend to stay out of the In-crowd, we are not really aware of how people perceive us in general and had really no idea what to expect. I, in particular, am really not comfortable being the center of attention so I was really happy that Mike was there. He seems to relax a little easier in these situations and in no time relished in the concept of the baby shower--and being the only man in the room, I was quite impressed. Afterwards, I got a few remarks about how neat it was for the other women to see him so excited and into this whole baby thing and a couple had said that their husbands didn't really show that much enthusiasm when they were expecting. Mike just continues to amaze me and I think he is going to be a wonderful Dad.