34 Week Doctor Visit

I just got back from my 34 week doctor appointment. Things are going SOOO good! My blood pressure was a little high, but let me tell you about getting to the appointment, and I'm sure you will understand.

Here is how my morning went:

Reason #1-I had "Sponsor's Meeting" at work. I have to organize and conduct this meeting and I HATE IT!!!! All the counselors from Department of Workforce Services, Vocational Rehabilitation, and the Ute Tribe Education attend, along with our adult teachers and a few administrators from our school. We all sit around and talk about changes that might happen/have happened and any problems that we have had in the last month. I'm expected to have awesome information to give out every month. I never do. Nothing changes that much in a month (I'm fighting for a quarterly meeting!) and I feel like it is a waste of time. It totally stresses me out and I dread going to work when we have one scheduled.

Reason #2-I needed to leave work at 10:00 to run home and grab a few papers for my doctor to sign before making it to my appointment at 10:15. At about 9:59 a lady walks in and needs a few questions answered about getting started in school. I quickly tell her that I have to leave immediately for a doctor's appointment, and still she proceeds to sit down and start asking questions. My pregnancy hormones almost strangled her just to make her stop. She didn't leave until 10:12

Reason #3-On my frantic drive home, I realize my phone is completely dead so I have no idea whether Ryan is meeting me at the doctor's office or if he is staying at work. I had to plug in my phone at home and wait for it to start up before I could call him to check. He didn't answer.

Reason #4- Thinking I am oh-so-wise, I take a back road to the hospital to avoid the road construction. They now have all the back roads closed with detours that just turn you in circles. I'm seriously thinking about toilet papering and egging the Roosevelt City office building. I felt like a rat in a maze trying to find my way to the hospital.

Reason #5-Got stuck behind Farmer John who seemed to be taking the same route through town as I was. Only he was going mmmuuuuccccchhhhh ssssllllooooowwwwweeeerrrr. Top speed was 12 mph. Pregnancy hormones again take over and I think about ramming my car into his back bumper. I also need to repent for a few foul words that I screamed in his general direction.

Anyway. My blood pressure was just a bit high when I finally made it to the hospital. Ryan was there (yay!), and the doctor didn't seem to mind that I was a full 15 minutes late, so everything worked out.

On to the appointment!

I still haven't gained any weight. I have no holy idea how I can not be gaining weight. I've been eating my little heart out. This now puts me at 8 (?) weeks for not gaining anything. Weird eh? Maybe it is because I gained SOOO much at the beginning of my pregnancy or my body is just waiting to puff out in the last few weeks. Hopefully it is the former...

Our little dude is still growing and measuring right on target! Although I am not gaining any weight, he just keeps getting bigger. Maybe he is eating the fat off my thighs. I would be totally good with that.

His heartbeat was about 130 beats per minute. Nice and relaxed. No stress.

He isn't breech anymore!!! He is now in the proper head-down postition and everything is good. I was so scared that he would have to be manually turned around, or worse, that we would have a c-section! Now I can rest easy until the delivery. I understand that things happen and c-sections are sometimes necessary, but I didn't want to go into the delivery room knowing that he was breech and cutting me open was a huge possibility.

And that was it. We have one more appointment in 2 weeks before we start going every single week! OH MY GOSH!!!  This has all happened so fast!

Anyway....

Today is Ryan's 29th birthday! He asked for nothing. Well...he did ask for dinner.  But he didn't really want me to buy him any gifts. I didn't listen to him. I told him that for a present I was going to SQUEEZE into long-forgotten piece of lingerie. This isn't really going to happen. Have you seen me lately???? Ha ha!
But seriously. I got him hiking boots. I think he will like them and they are a gift that I KNOW he will use. 2 years ago I bought him a fly fishing rod and reel because he was DESPERATE to go fly fishing. They are still in the box tucked under our bed. Never been used. Argh. Do any  of your husbands fly fish and want to take my hubby for a bro-date? It would be awesome:)
For dinner I am making bbq ribs, herb potatoes, and corn on the cob. Ryan thinks I make a mean rack of ribs and he always wants me to make them for special occasions. This is all I do:

MY SPECIAL AND NOT-SO-SECRET BBQ RIBS RECIPE!!! *patent pending*
Spread large piece of tinfoil over baking sheet. Place thawed ribs on tinfoil. Sprinkle both sides with a generous helping of a mysterious white powder that came in a decorative bottle with your home. It is either garlic powder, onion powder, or arsenic. I've never found out. My bet is on garlic powder. Wrap the tinfoil tightly around the ribs so the juices cannot leak out, using more foil if needed, and put in the oven on a low heat. Leave them in there while you go somewhere. It doesn't matter where. I probably wouldn't recommend being gone for longer than 4 hours, but feel free to tempt fate. When you get back from where ever it was that you were going, quickly pull them out of the oven PRAYING that you haven't been gone too long and burnt them to a crisp. This is an important step. I do it everytime.
Carefully open the tinfoil. You might have the urge to just yank it open and satisfy your curiousity of seeing if your ribs are toast, but you will be rewarded with a large steam burn all over your face and hands. I said carefully and I meant it!
Once you discover that your ribs are just fine and the overwhelming feeling of relief has passed, pick your favorite bbq sauce and proceed to drench the ribs. I use a mixture of Famous Dave's Sweet & Sassy and Famous Dave's Rich & Hearty. Or whatever I can find. This isn't rocket science. Just pick your favorite and slather it on! Re-wrap the ribs and put back into the oven for about 30 minutes or until the hubby comes home from work. He should then take them out of the oven, turn on his barbeque grill, spread a little more of HIS favorite bbq sauce on the ribs, and then quickly place both sides on the hot grill just to give them that right-off-the-grill flavor.
Viola! You are done!

So that is what I am doing tonight. Oh, and I also have to bake a chocolate cake sometime.