Non-Stress Tests, Scrotum Sightings, Etc.

SORRY it's been so long and I left everyone hanging a bit- it's just been kind of hard to get a chance to get on the laptop, 'cause I have to have someone get it for me and set it up and that's assuming its true owner isn't using it to do actual work.
As noted, I am fine- the contractions had of course died down by the time I actually got to the doctor's office. I also had my regular weekly appointment on Thursday morning, and I am still just at one centimeter, although I am continuing to efface. (Don't you love getting the lowdown on the state of my girl parts?) They also did an ultrasound to measure the baby, which was very exciting since I haven't had one since twenty weeks. He looks great, weighs about four and a half pounds, and is still definitely a boy. (For some reason I continue to obsess that it will turn out to be a girl, so I can never get enough reassurance that there is indeed, um, equipment in sight.)
Not a whole lot else to update on- still on the couch, still bored, still peeing every half hour due to a rapidly descending baby head on my bladder. I got about a year's worth of pictures printed, sorted, and put in the album, though- triumph! And I have been eating so well, it's almost embarrassing. (By well I mean deliciously, not necessarily nutritiously. I'm afraid my vegetable intake has dropped and my homemade pie intake has risen sharply- today's count: three pieces.) I've really felt overwhelmed by how much people have pitched in and helped with food and stuff, and also just come by to visit and make sure I don't feel like I've fallen off the face of the earth. It's hard to feel sorry for yourself when people are killing you with kindness. I am very grateful, most of all for how well Adelay is being cared for.
Really the only complaints per se are the discomfort from being on my back or shoulders constantly, and also the slight sadness I feel about not getting to be physically involved in putting the baby's room together. I almost asked Jim to bring me a basket of already sorted baby clothes tonight, just so I could look at them and refold them and feel like I was doing something. And of course, there is also the weirdness of not being the one to pick Addy up when she wants held or take her to the park or put her to bed. She comes and cuddles with me a lot on the couch, which is comforting, but it also reminds me how much I just want to pick her up like normal. I miss it A LOT. I'd even enjoy changing a diaper, I think.
So! (Brushing hands briskly.) That's me so far. And now what I need from you: recommendations of good movies I can send people to rent for me. And also good books I could have reserved for me at the library, provided they are in no way SAD books, because I just can't handle that in my delicate (read: psychotically hormonal) condition.