Just a heads up, this post is basically going to be about me. So if you want to be reminded of Henry's cuteness or Ben's general awesomeness, please refer to any earlier post.
I've been optimistic about not having another c-section, because this baby doesn't seem to be as big as her brother. But last week she decided she wanted to be breech. I've tried different "home remedies" to get her to move, but they just seem to have made her move further in the wrong position. The stinker.
Now that I am in the 37th week of pregnancy (full term!), I am going through the typical discomfort, emotional craziness, and general feeling unattractive-ness (read: huge) that most women experience around now. I'm very self-conscious about my belly size, especially since people often comment on how large I am or stare at me like I'm some kind of spectacle (adults and children alike do this). I also have a hard time feeling pretty with what I consider to be such a swollen face. So the other day I took a few pictures to remind myself that pregnancy is a beautiful thing (as am I). Those are the pictures that I'm featuring here, to break up all my babbling (forgive the smudged mirror, these were quick photos taken on my way out the door).
Since I've already had a c-section, there aren't many doctors who would consider anything but a repeat c-section for a breech baby. The final say will be determined on Thursday, with my last ultrasound. If she is still breech (which is most likely at this point), we have a scheduled appointment for delivery on April 11. It's not at all what we wanted and I'm trying not to be disappointed. But our excitement is overriding most of the negative emotions I expected to feel. I figure if I'm one of 3% of pregnancies that ends breech, this just must be what needs to happen. And who could not be excited about getting to see their baby in only 12 days?
