Poor Little Thing

Poor thing...the baby seems to be trying DESPERATELY to move into the head-down position. She is trying so hard to make her mommy happy, and she just can't move. Yesterday I was sitting on the couch (which, by the way is NOT comfortable at ALL) and she brought her head all the way down my side and was kicking her little feet like mad, just trying to do what's natural...trying to get in that head-down position. She just can't. Something is keeping her from totally turning and I feel so badly that she's trying so hard and just can't do it. So, I told her that it was o.k. Mommy is fine with getting an operation to get her out, so she can just relax and try to be comfortable these last 10 days. She's got to be so cramped in there.

Man, I can't believe it was just a week ago that we found out that she is breech. I've really come around emotionally, and I have two people to thank for starting me on the road to feeling better...my aunt and uncle (Phyllis and Preston). Last Wednesday, while visiting their son (my cousin) Ben in New York City (they live in California), they took the train to Philly just to have lunch with me and to see the baby's room. How nice was that?! It was so nice to have close family members there to talk to about this news as soon as I heard it. Poor Jon wanted to help, but had to go to work (he has to save his days), so it was so nice to not be alone during the day and to talk to people whom I love. Thanks, you two. You helped soooo much!

On a funny note: I decided this morning on the way to work that since I have only 10 days left of pregnancy, I can really milk this pregnant thing. That philosophy really came in handy as I got pulled over for blowing a stop sign at the top of the exit ramp off the highway. The kind officer followed me into the work parking lot before he actually turned his lights on. I parked my car and got out and he rolled down his window and you should've seen his face when he noticed the pregnant belly. I said "I'm so sorry, officer...I know I blew that stop sign...I'm just in a hurry to get inside because I'm 9 months pregnant and I really have to pee." He just smiled and told me to go ahead, and just to please remember to stop next time. Tee hee!