Week 33 was calm and crazy all at the same time. Labor day meant a shorter work week, and Friday brought the start of a fun, girly weekend with two of my favorite friends. Work, on the other hand, was totally nuts. Just as I'm working to wind down my case load and terminate a few clients, things got busier than ever. I can't say much due to privacy issues, but people do funny things around endings. Some disappear, some want to squeeze in extra sessions, and others act out hoping to reinforce their importance.
This week also brought a light at the end of the tunnel. Turning the page to September on my calendar has felt like a huge accomplishment. I'm scheduling clients through September, and then I'll spend the first two weeks of October in the office wrapping up paperwork. This means I'll work through week 38, but by week 36 all my clinical work will be complete. Fingers crossed this means I'll have some quiet time at home before our little one decides to arrive. Funny enough, despite most first borns coming late, I keep hearing stories about early arrivals. "I had my son 3 weeks early - have your bags packed!"
These people must not know me very well. OBVIOUSLY I've had my hospital bags packed for a few weeks already. (I don't think this baby is making a break for it anytime soon, I just started to run out of baby-related chores once all the clothes were washed and folded.)
Baby and I also had an OB appointment this week. It was quick and easy: weight - down a pound, blood pressure - 110/70, fetal heartbeat - 150BPM, questions for the doctor - nope! It doesn't get more straightforward than that. I've also started rotating doctors for my appointments. The practice we're using has 7 OB/GYNS on staff, each of them being on call 1 day per week. This means the odds of my doctor delivering our baby are pretty low, so I'm slowly making the rounds to meet everyone. Of course, the reality is that the doctor is in the room for the last few minutes of delivery, and after enduring labor I imagine I won't care if a monkey delivers my baby. But who knows? Perhaps a friendly face will be comforting after all.
On to week 34!