34 Weeks and Appointments

We have officially made it to 34 weeks! And we could not be happier. A big weight has been lifted and we finally feel like we can breathe a little easier. Just two more weeks of confinement and I will be able to resume "normal life". I am not really sure what this "normal life" is the Doctor's are speaking of. I have been out of the "normal" world for so long that I am sure I have forgotten the most important things. Like how to drive, how to go through the drive-through, where all my favorite shops are. I am going to make a list of all the stuff that I want to do, and the first thing is eyebrows. They are VERY scary. The next thing is the hair. Oh My! The Hair. To give you a little idea of how bad it is, I was supposed to go in for full highlight in May! Yes, you heard correctly. IN! MAY! It's bad friends, very bad.



So, the Doctor's appointments. The Peri visit was first. The Boy is still in there kicking. Literally. He seems to be quite happy in the breech position. Maybe once I get going with "normal life", gravity will take over and he will figure out what position he is supposed to be in and flip. Who knows. I am not going to hold my breathe. At this point I figure The Boy is going to do what he wants.


Pictures. No good face shots. I think He has figured out what is going on, and knows how to get out of us getting good pictures of him. We did however see the hair, again. Hair. Again. I think I need to just move past the fact that there is HAIR growing on the INSIDE of my body.


The OB visit went a lot smoother than last time. We did have to wait awhile once we were back into the patient room. But the visit itself was good. Doctor Grandpa (he is older and reminds of someones grandfather) was funny. I asked when I could see the end to the bed rest, and his reply was "I never told you to stay in bed and be lazy." (Doctor Grandpa is the super conservative one who wanted me to stay in the hospital until 30 to 31 weeks.) He then went on to say he was okay with me being a little more active around the house, and the magic mark was 36 weeks. At that point I will be able to get back to "normal life".


I have decided to wait on making any decisions about The Boy's exit until the 36 week mark. I figure that a lot can happen in the next two weeks, and I want to torture myself some more by reading all the information Dr. Goo.gle has to offer. The more I read on the Internet (I know, only bad can come from this), the more I am sure that I will not be trying to move Him into position. Warning: The Internet is full of scary stories.


For all of The Boy's fans, I leave you with some pictures.