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May Baby!

I can't contain my excitement...we finally have a countdown for when we'll meet our daughter!

!!!!!!!

We had a doctor's appointment today, and I was hoping to just talk to her about when my last day of work will be, but she had so much more for me than that.

Unfortunately, baby girl is STILL breech. I guess she decided the comfiest spot and settled in. Of course, it is possible that she might flip before she's born, but doc is not optimistic about it. Especially since she's what they call 'frank breech,' totally butt down.

I don't know where she got this kind of coordination, maybe I'll enroll her in gymnastics as soon as she's old enough ;-)

At the appointment, my doctor told us we had some options. I said, "I do not want you to turn the baby." I've heard that's incredibly painful. Having an elbow or foot stuck in my belly button hurts...I honestly cannot imagine someone grabbing this girl's entire body and flipping her over.

My doc said, "Well how about this? You can come in, we'll give you an epidural, we'll try to flip her, and if she doesn't flip, we'll just do a c-section?"

Yes. Yes...I think that would be better!

So...we are going to be scheduled to meet our daughter on or just around May 30th! And if she's determined to be here before then (and still hasn't flipped), we'll have to have a c-section anyway.

Is it something I truly want? No. But it's not really up to me. Unless she does this on her own, I'm not really that worried about it. Plenty of women have c-sections. And although I'd love to be up and moving easily like I was right after Sam was born, I'm completely okay with them having to take her as long as she's happy and healthy. I LOVE that we finally have a countdown. I have been waiting for this moment for what seems like forever and it is finally here.

And yes, I want her here, healthy, and preferably not via c-section. I know everyone has their ideals on what makes the "best" pregnancy and delivery. But please spare me any horror stories. I've lived through the worst that could ever happen, remember? And God has carried us through. I know that no matter what happens this time, He'll be with us all the way.

Thank you so much for putting up with my whine-filled posts as of late. I'm SO ready to meet this girl!

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