Another Doctor Visit

Well, we had a doctor's visit today.  I am going to the doctor weekly now.  She said that everything looks good.  Jackson has not dropped yet and I am 0.5 to 1 cm dilated so far.  She doesn't look for him to arrive in the next week.  So, I will see her again next week.  I was able to leave the doctor's office and rather than fight the evening traffic, I rode over to the Sheraton Hotel to the FBLA state conference and visited with several of my friends that I only get to see about once a year at that conference.  It was a nice but fast visit.  Managed to miss the evening rush hour therefore my blood pressure remained normal and I was able to refrain from screaming at someone and/or blowing the horn.  This pregnancy has done nothing for my road rage except make it worse! 

Last week at the doctor's office, I waited for an hour and half before seeing the doctor and it was a relatively quick visit.  But I would like to share a quick story about what happened before the doctor's visit.  I was getting ready to leave school and I stopped by a friend of mine (who happened to be one week ahead of me in her pregnancy) to see how her day was going before I headed off to the doctor.  On that particular day, it had been pretty rough for her to say the least and she had been having contractions and not feeling well.  So, before leaving school I offered to drive her to the hospital, after all I was headed in the direction as well.  She seemed to think everything would be fine so I left and ran an errand.  When I arrived in the parking deck and headed for the elevator, here she comes through the parking lot.  She decided to go ahead and come to see her doctor.  Well, when my visit was over I noticed her car was still in the parking deck and I automatically thought they didn't release her.  So, I went home and later called another girl I work with and she told me they were going to do a c-section that night.  Well, the crazy part was the thought that what if I had driven her to the labor and delivery area of the hospital?  What a crazy sight it would have been to see two pregnant women, both 35-36 weeks pregnant, one driving the other one to the hospital to have a baby.  Can you just imagine the nurses coming up to us and saying, "Now which one of you is in labor?"  And us looking at each other and saying, "I am".  Wouldn't that have been quite the sight to behold.  On a more serious note about that, we are praying that she is able to bring her little MC home tomorrow!