33 weeks ..come on

I love being pregnant, knowing your growing your baby and protecting them until they are ready to be born.
However, at 33 weeks I find myself getting uncomfortable as baby gets bigger. Not only is she now bigger but she's dropped..or at least I think she has. There are reasons I think this and they are:

1. Before last week my bump was so high it was able to support my bra and my growing boobs could have a rest place. Now I am able to rest my hands between my bump and boobs suggesting bump has lowered.
2. I find myself going to the toilet, getting down the stairs to sit down for all of 5 minutes before setting off again, for the tiny trickle that I obviously missed the first time. On the plus side the trips up and downstairs should help increase my fitness levels.
3. When I am sitting it can take me all of 10 minutes to try and even find a comfy position that's if I'm not disturbed by the above first. 

As uncomfrotable as the above makes me and can make you tired, I am quite happy about the fact that she's dropped. The reason behind this happiness despite the above list is that if she has dropped then there is a good chance that placenta has moved (?). I have to say that I'm quite positive about this and though I won't find out until next week if my theory is right I'm a lot more positive than I was 6 weeks ago.
I also have a feeling she may not wait until her due date to make an appearance, she seems to want to move far too much and seems not to like being restricted. This also comes with the 'dropping' thing though I have been wrong before. My daughter 'dropped' at about 31 weeks so much that midwife had a job to get measurements half the time. As she dropped so much so soon I was convinced that she would come early....she was happy to wait until her due date and arrived quite happily on time.
This little madam though I think is likely to take after her daddy and will be impatient and want to come as soon as she can...which is fine by me as long as she's safe and healthy...oh and doesn't come christmas day lol
With all this stuff going on I'm nervous today as I go for a class about breastfeeding. Yes, this is my fourth child but I've never had the option of breastfeeding due to health with the others. So this time I am determined to be pre-armed with all information so should my health stay as it is (fingers crossed) then I will be able to attempt to breastfeed. I'm not expecting it to be easy by any means but being prepared will help. I just hope I don't ask any stupid question..or get looked badly upon as I bottle fed all my others. I was going to take a notebook so I could take notes and thought I may look a right idiot..so decided maybe wrongly to rely on my memory to remember the information....actually I may take a pen incase the give us some paper..God help me lol

I apologise for not updating

Ok so on the off chance that anyone does actually read this blog..I apologise for not updating sooner.
The scan did show that the placenta is still low which meant I was disappointed that it hadn't moved. On the plus side our baby girl was jumping around and watching us as the scan was being done.
However, panic set in again as the following monday I had a slight discharge that wasn't much but decided to keep an eye on it rather than panic. On the tuesday I had the same, so with that I rang the midwife that then told me to ring the hospital. I was told to go in to be checked over I knew that meant at least a couple of hours in there. Luckily I was able to get my step-dad to have the kids (as I'd got them first half of half term) and rang hubby who without a second thought was on his way to come with me.
I did get checked over and there appeared to be nothing wrong. So the only conclusion we can come to is that baby was moving with some force sunday and monday night and maybe she knocked the placenta.

I have also had my boys birthdays in the space it's taken me to update. This now means that my youngest son turned 10 and my eldest is now 13!! I feel so old that I am a mum of a teenager. I must admit at times I think I must be mad..mad I tell you to have even thought of starting again. But then I remind myself just how much this baby was wanted..to the point I was getting beside myself when it didn't happen for the 4 months we were trying before it happend.