Breastfeeding Class, and further updates

I know, it's been forever since I updated. But not much to report. Little Gabriel (!) is just loving making his presence known. He's in the same position a lot it feels like. I feel most of the moving on my right side, and I often get kicked up under my ribs on that side as well. Which is great, since that's the side that my ribs are most sore on. It gets uncomfortable, to say the least. And I'm still suffering from all the same other discomforts I described in previous posts, so no need to go any further into that. At least the baby seems to be enjoying himself. I just honestly can't believe that I still have six more weeks of him (and me) just getting bigger! It's a little crazy.
I began a little bit of work on the baby's room, convincing Robert to move the treadmill out of there. It's still in the hallway, but at least now I've been able to do a little bit in there. My next goal is to rearrange all of the bookshelves to my liking, but they may have to wait until we can actually get the treadmill into storage. I know that bookshelves seem tremendously unimportant, and it's probably tough to understand why I need to have them settled before I can set up the crib, but that's just the way my brain is working right now. I still have to discover the location of my missing bassinet for the pack n' play that Chris sent to me. Having someplace for the baby to sleep is important.
And breastfeeding class! We went tonight, and, for me at least, it was really interesting. Most of the info I sort of knew already, having picked it up from various other readings. But it was really nice to get so much information, and to see how super supportive they are of breastfeeding at the hospital. It seems almost impossible to fail, unless there is some deeper underlying, unpreventable something that keeps you from being able to. They really really want you to be successful. So that's good to know.
And in non-baby related news, our dog George was attacked by another dog at his doggie daycamp place. No one saw what started it, but it is speculated that the other dog reacted to a "back off" signal that George gave her, and just snapped and went at him. They were only without supervision for a minute or two, but she was able to do a lot of damage in that time. He's doing okay, but he's looking pretty beat up. Lots of open puncture wounds on his neck and the sides of his face. The other dog was brand new, it was her trial day. She didn't pass. So having someone else to worry about has made me focus on my own discomforts less. Which is good. As I've said before, my complaints are nothing compared to what some women deal with during pregnancy. Or compared to what George is probably feeling now.