Heads or Tails

A routine trip to the OB-GYN this morning (32.2 weeks preggers with Baby Girl Deux) revealed that the latest addition is currently breech. She might very well take after her daddy, who was born via c-section after deciding he was perfectly comfortable standing up right in-utero. Apparently, Baby being breech is a non-issue for the time being as there is still opportunity for her to resume a more cooperative position. That said, I can think of some advantages to having a routine c-section that prevent me from feeling overly concerned about it. At this point, with so much to keep us busy, it seems a relatively trivial matter. Dr. D'Avenas suggested some gentle yoga poses to help encourage her; apparently, any stance I can maneuver myself into that finds my tush elevated above my head is a proactive way to get her to turn. While it may be true, the idea of such exertion (however minor) is enough to make me want to crawl back into bed. I'm so tired these days! I proposed an alternate solution of lying on the couch, remote in hand, with my tush propped by pillows. I was pleased that Dr. D'Avenas seemed amenable to the idea!

All joking aside, however this turns out (and...yes...I will try the yoga), we are so excited to be entering the homestretch of this pregnancy. All of us, including Maddy, are eagerly anticipating the arrival of the newest pup. We talk about her on a daily basis, and Maddy asks lots of questions that indicate she understands what is about to happen to our pack. She seems as excited as anyone, although she's made it abundantly clear that she is NOT interested in sharing either her toys or her bathtub! We simply assure her that babies don't play with "big girl" toys and she's content to move on to the next thing. Of course, another reason to look forward to April 2nd is the end of what is becoming an increasingly burdensome "condition" that, at times, is intolerable both mentally and physically. One of the benefits of maintaining a blog is that I can go back to August/September of 2008 and see that I was similarly uncomfortable while pregnant with Maddy. I find it curious that I don't remember it being such a challenge at this point, but I am glad to know my experience this go 'round is not unusual. I do recall one of my first thoughts when Maddy was born being: "Hallelujah! I'm not pregnant anymore!!" so it seems that I am right on track.