[/caption]Well - I've made it!�� I'm 37 weeks pregnant this week, which means I'm officially full-term and Baby Lump could grace us with his/her presence literally any day now.� So hey - how about a dry run to the hospital?
Yesterday, I had sort of a suspicion that I was leaking some amniotic fluid, which is well, not good.� It wasn't really concerning me that much, but James basically forced me to call my doctor anyway just to be safe.� The nurse I spoke with was a little concerned, so she advised us to head on over to labor and delivery.� I was really nonchalant about the whole thing since I was convinced everything was fine; we grabbed our hospital bags, hailed a cab, and I shot "Look what you made us do" looks at James all the way to the hospital.
Well, I was right.� Everything was fine with Baby Lump.� It was basically a waste of time.� Although it was pretty cool to be hooked up to the external fetal monitor and get a practice run under our belts.� Thanks to the tour we took a few weeks ago, we knew just where to go and what to do.� And yes, James was correct that calling the doctor was the right thing to do - it's better safe than sorry!� Let's hope when it's the real thing, James and I are just as calm as we were yesterday (but can we have less traffic, please?).
Oven Timer: 37 weeks, 2 days
