Six more to go.
I had my check - up last night. All is well. Shamrock is head down (which I suspected due to his constant kicking of my ribs), I'm measuring perfect and life is grand.
The "Holy Crap" moment of the appointment? They had me schedule my appointments through my due date week.
There aren't that many.
Good thing I don't freak out unneccesarily about things huh? (sarcasm, it's key.)