Now that the cats have had their breakfasts, I'm going back to bed.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
In three weeks I get to hold my baby girl in my arms for the first time.
Little Emma is breech. She enjoys having her head in my ribs and isn't really interested in turning around so that she can "head out" of the womb the traditional way. I can't say that I blame her. Small spaces make some physical activities nearly impossible.
Take this (Only you have to imagine the septum extended ALL the way down the middle):
And you end up with a pretty good idea of what my uterus looks like.
Now imagine a baby filling up one side. (She's no tiny baby either. At 36 weeks she's weighing in at approximately 7 pounds and has a large head.) Could she be able to flip around in the next few weeks? Well, she could. You could zip yourself up in a sleeping bag and then try to invert yourself, but it won't be easy. Trying isn't the issue here. Success is limited by the amount of space available.
Anyway, breech baby + weird uterus = planned cesarian delivery.
Thursday, February 11th, here we come.
Oh my goodness...