It's fuzzy, but there you go. 34 weeks. We'll see how long we can get her to stay in there. She's already trying to get me to go to the hospital. I resist. Have an appointment tomorrow, we'll see what he says. Hopefully it won't be "bed rest for you, darling". (Yes, he says darling. In his Irish accent. It's awesome)
Update - "all's well dahling, business as usual". The contractions aren't doing anything so far besides make me uncomfortable.