Dear Pregnancy,

As I say goodbye to you once again, I have some parting words. While I'm grateful we met for the second time, I am more grateful we will never meet again. We had our our share of ups -- my weight went up and and I had many nights when I was up all night. And we definitely had our downs -- my motivation to exercise went down as did my tolerance for others.

Although the stint I spent with you felt like it would never end, I'm happy our short time together will give me a real lifetime of happiness. I say with all enthusiasm, "Good Riddance!" Here's what saying goodbye to you means to me ...

I'm so grateful that everyone wants to come help out during the last days of pregnancy, take care of my toddler during labor and deliver, and meet my new baby. My mother offered to come visit. My mother-in-law actually booked her plane ticket. My sister offered to take my toddler to her place. My friends offered to stay at my place and take care of her at home. The problem is that if you don't set some boundaries, it can be harder have help than it is to just be on your own.

Also, if you do accept help from some, how do you not insult others? Here are some guidelines to figuring out how to determine who helps you and when:

I went to the doctor today to get my cervix checked. This is my last appointment before baby. I am scheduled for induction next week. I brought my husband, my DVD so she could add all the cute sonogram images of my baby to it, and I filled out my hospital registration form -- yes I'm late with that.

I was ready to say a huge goodbye to my doctor and her staff when she said to me, "Oh. By the way, Try not to go into labor on Saturday. It's my birthday and I have plans. My husband got me tickets to something."

Huh?