I had an appointment today and I was thinking he would give me strict bed rest orders and he didn't! So I celebrated the day by spending it at 6-flags. Not necessarily how I would like to celebrate, but Andy's office won tickets so be being the supportive wife I supported.
He did say that he is crossing his fingers that I can make it to 34 weeks, which was a weird comment. I also found out I LOST 1/4 of a pound. Bringing the grand total of weight gain to 6 pounds. So please someone explain to me how or why I look like I am carrying a second grader in utero...hmmm... In fact a lady today at 6-Flags said are you trying to walk the baby out, and I said not quite yet, so she felt comfortable enough to say, so 2 or 3? To which I replied...huh? And she then said twins or triplets? I laughed and said oh one. Nice. And to think I am measuring a week small. What an interesting day. All I have to say is at least I am NOT on bed rest...here's to another two weeks of doingeverythingiwantwheniwant!