34 week update

First of all, I am having some issues with the "going private" move. I have had quite a few people tell me that they are unable to read the blog, even though I added their email address. I have been going back and forth trying to fix it, and well, you know me...computer savvy and all. I can't seem to get it working correctly, so until I do I guess we will keep the blog open. AND...I managed to mess up the background/layout situation, but I am too tired to try and fix it. SO...I guess you will just have to "pardon my progress" for the time being.

I went to the doctor yesterday for my 34 week appointment. Looks like G-baby (Lee's nickname for her, and I must admit...it's kind of sticking) has definitely dropped...way low. Dr. Shoemaker said that he was going to check me and if I was dilated I was on strict bed rest. Thankfully, I am not progressing with dilation or effacement at this point. By the way, my oh my how I have NOT missed getting checked. I completely forgot how "fun" that was. Anyways, he asked me to take it slow and get lots of rest. Is anyone laughing at that along with me? I can see it now...me on the couch eating bon-bons with my feet kicked up while Foxie rules the house. Absolutely do-able. Oh wait...opposite day. There is absolutely no way I can lay around with my feet propped up all day. I have gotten in the habit of napping when he naps and laying on the couch as soon as he goes down around 7, so that's helping. Here's to resting when I can!

My sweet friends from church/small group are throwing me a a little shower tomorrow, and here is a story that I couldn't possibly make up. I am running out of clothes that are comfortable and somewhat cute these days, and I certainly can't keep up with the weather change. I never know what the temperature will be. Anyways, I went looking for some shoes to wear to the shower last night, and got completely humiliated in the process. I was walking up and down the isles and I could feel this woman constantly looking at me. So when it came time for me to pass her, here is how the conversation went:

Stranger: " I saw you from behind from across the room and I thought to myself-what a sweet little high school girl. And then you turned around and SCARED me with your belly! It literally made me do a double take and almost took my breath away. Are you past your due date?"

Me: "No ma'am. I have 6 weeks left."

Her mouth fell to the floor and her eyes got as big as basketballs. She then proceeded to tell me that she felt sorry for me.

I mean, seriously. There are just things that you absolutely do not say to people. I half wanted to ask her where her manners were. I haven't stopped thinking about it since I left the store and drove home last night. If you need me for the next 6 weeks, I will be hiding out in the privacy of my own home...