33-week appointment

Had my 33-week appointment a few days ago and learned that the baby has turned herself head-down, which is great. Not just because of the whole breach thing, but also because I've been pushing a lot on some limb below my ribs -- until my dad goes, "Um, I think you keep knocking her head around, so maybe don't do that." WHATEVER, DAD. It was totally her foot (or something), so I should still be in the running for Mother of the Year.

We also learned that the baby hasn't dropped yet, even though I told my doctor that this kid was sitting heavy. So, I guess that means she'll feel way, way heavy when she actually does drop. And, per pregnant-lady rules, I think that's when I will start to waddle. (Ew.)

In the meantime, the baby is still measuring well and my weight is steadily increasing -- gained two pounds in the two weeks since my last visit -- so no one has been on my ass about what I'm eating.

Next appointment is at 35 weeks, then it changes to every single week until I go into labor. Cue terrifying dramatic music in 3... 2...