So close!

I almost made it through the whole pregnancy with out the dreaded stranger-touching-the-belly incident. Over the weekend, we went to Lucia Italian Restaurant (food rating= B-) in Kirkland for a surprise 31st birthday party. After about 3 hours, my feet had more water in them than the Atlantic and I told the Hubs it was time to go so I could get into my nightly bath. On our way out, we stopped in the bar to say goodbye to some friends and then it happened. Not only did a stranger go right for my belly, but IT WAS A MAN! Ahh! So unexpected! He took his two giant man hands and stroked my belly. I nervously looked for the Hubs to get all primal and protective of his young spawn, and spotted him drinking a shot of Jager with his brother. Thanks babe. It felt like it lasted forever--actual time: probably 1.7 seconds, but still so weird. Yet another reason why pregnant women should not go to bars.

In other news, I had our 36 week appointment yesterday and Peanut is measuring at 37 weeks and heartbeat is strong! No dilatation and baby still needs to come down a bit, so we have some time. The big shocker was I haven't gained any more weight since my appointment two weeks ago! Woohoo! Don't get me wrong, I'm definitely not trying to lose weight, I just really don't need to gain anymore. I'm sure I can attribute it to the chicken incident, and not my healthy eating habits. Any way, we are on weekly appointments now, so hopefully we start seeing little bits of progress!