It appears as though my midwife will be in Florida this weekend, which isn't such a big deal except I LIVE IN ATLANTA.
She assured me that the doctors on call are "fine" and then told me that I'm way too chipper and mobile to go before then anyway and that my ultrasound did have me measuring as such that my due date is more likely tomorrow.
Of course, my very pregnant ears just heard "Keep your legs closed and don't you dare have sex!"
I'm just glad I can watch the DC Housewives reunion in the comfort of my own bed, and not in a sterilized one sitting on an ice pack.
Small favors, right?
So, I'll be spending this weekend doing absolutely nothing, moving absolutely nothing, and eating boring, dry bland foods.