In some heroic feat of gymnastics, sometime in the last 4 days my acrobatic child decided to flip back around into proper head-down position. I have no idea how he did this, but I’ll take it! Now, instead of thinking about recovering from a large incision and abdominal surgery – I get to go back to freaking out about birthing a squishy watermelon out of my vagina without tearing from front to back! Whoohoo!
No in all seriousness, I’m excited. But I’m also about to reach my mental breaking point, where I know he could come at any day – but “any day” means from now to two weeks from now and the thought of going to 42 weeks makes me want to literally scream and explode. But on the flip side, I’m somewhat terrified of getting a membrane sweep or cervical check, so I’m pretty sure that I’m going to have to do just wait this whole thing out until my doctor says that I can’t go another day. I have to be honest that I’m a bit concerned that baby was already like 8 pounds last week….so hopefully he slows his roll a little bit and stays nice and small and squish so I don’t experience what it’s like to birth a gigantic baby.
Anyway, I don’t have a whole lot going on in my world other than waiting. So, that’ll do pig.---------------
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