I had my last bi-weekly prenatal appointment yesterday, which includes the ever so pleasant Strep B swab. Fabulous. I had arranged it so Nick could keep Isabella at home and I could go alone, but at the last minute Nick had a meeting and she had to come with me. I set her up with a granola bar in her stroller at the most out of the way place I could find in the tiny room. Sadly this position would give her front row seats to the happenings. I was a little afraid of that as she's very protective of me at the doctor and cries a bit. But the doctor saw the potential for problems and wheeled her around so she could see my face and not my nether regions-he is definitely my favorite doctor ever.
Now I get to go every week to see him until the baby is born. I am so ready to not be pregnant anymore this time around. But at 36 weeks everything looks exactly like it should and while there's only 4 weeks to go, which should seem like a short time, I was hoping there would be some indication that maybe there was only three weeks to go, or two, or none. The baby is doing fine: growing as expected and with a healthy heart rate of 146 this time around. So I'm very glad it's all good news. I just hope I only get four more updates at the most, and not six more like last time!