I’m just back from an appointment with the midwife, which was more or less uneventful. My weight is up and my blood pressure is down, which is as usual. I had my blood drawn so they can do yet another check of my iron levels (and no doubt admonish me to eat blood pudding when they come back low). The worst bit was that I was scheduled for two additional appointments, on July 6 and July 21 … I didn’t protest, but the thought of still being pregnant on July 21 gives me a feeling close to despair. In fact, I fully intend for my next appointment, on June 14, to be the last pre-natal check of this pregnancy. I’d be pleased as punch to go into labor any time after mid-June.