Adam, Barrett and I jumped in the car and cruised on down I-80 for our first of two appointments for week 33. Luckily {and I really do mean that} Adam had looked at the wrong day in his calendar and we thought the appointment was scheduled for 8:45. After sitting on the Interstate for 20 minutes, I phone MFM and let them know the sitch and that we’d likely be late … but all was well because our appointment was actually at 9:30. So, after nearly a half hour longer stuck at a standstill, we were able to hit the hospital right on time.