Baby 101

This hasn't been all home-cooked meals and footrubs in the hammock, these ten days away from all things AFIT. My Gorgeous Pregnant Wife and I have gone to numerous fetus-centric activities, to include a 36-week pregnancy class, a breastfeeding class, a checkup with her nurse practitioner, a final sonogram, and a five-hour Child & Infant CPR course. She is on her fifth or sixth book, while I've muddled through enough material to make me dangerous. At the 36-week class, we got to see the labor & delivery rooms, check out some of the equipment that may be used during the birth, and ask a bunch of questions of the nurse midwife. The other classes were helpful, too, though I find it ridiculous that the Red Cross now recommends you use rubber gloves and a breath shield (which every parent naturally carries around) before administering CPR, "to prevent possible disease transfer." I mean, you come across an unconscious infant, not breathing, no pulse, and you're supposed to waste time unfolding rubber gloves, slapping them onto each of your fingers, and place a shield the right way up before starting any life-saving measures? We're watching the video, the actor tells someone to call 9-1-1, reaches into his belt loop rubber glove and starts to fiddle with them, and every time, I called out, "well, too late, he's dead." But besides that preposterosity, I think we learned a few helpful tips, particularly about what to do with choking infants (un-choke them).
The sonogram was very interesting -- we saw some standard images that look like the Cassini fly-by of the Saturn's moons (the kidneys), weather patterns over the south Atlantic (a leg and a foot) and a cinnabon sitting next to a salt shaker (el scroto grande y el pepe puny). Saw parts of the face, and the doctor opined that the baby has my wife's nose as opposed to mine, which makes her very happy. "What's wrong with my nose?" "IT'S FINE. I JUST DON'T WANT IT IN MY BIRTH CANAL." She makes a good point.
Everything looks normal thankfully, although according to calculations and measurements, the baby appears to be the size of a baby at 35.5 weeks as opposed to 34. Doesn't mean the baby will come early, just that he won't be a wee little thing. He's estimated at 6lbs and change now, so with the standard 1/2 pound growth over the remaining six weeks...we're looking at a 9-lb butterball here.
We also got to see a 3-D image of the baby, which was absolutely incredible. We got to see his little face and a hand, with the umbilical cord floating in front, all as if there were a movie camera thrust inside my wife's belly button. However, since his face was all scrunched and angry-looking, and the tint of the image was a golden-yellow, he kind of looked like the Toxic Avenger. So he's got his fifteenth or so nickname.
We are a couple missing crib parts away from having a complete nursery, thanks to in-law construction, hand-me-overs, and a ridiculous booty from a baby shower held by our lifelong friends, the Boivins. We are highly educated, truly motivated, slightly medicated, fondly dedicated, kind of old and dated, but just can't freaking wait-ed parents-to-be!
Yikes!