Hey, you know what’s fun to say? “I’m due NEXT MONTH!” We’ll just forget for a moment that it’s still technically 7 weeks away because that sounds infinitely longer. ;)
Thursday was the 4th of July and we had the day off from work. I ran some errands with my mom, dad, and little bro who is in town visiting. Uncle Billy was pretty excited to touch a pregnant belly for the first time. Meanwhile, Bobby was making his weekly trip to Home Depot and working in the yard. When I came home he asked me to come into the back yard and follow him around to the side of the house. I was getting a little bit nervous and fully expecting to be shown a snake or some other sort of dead animal that he found.
But instead, I saw this… and my heart exploded.
He planted a rose bush right outside Brooke’s window. He chose it because it’s “tiny and pretty – just like she is going to be". Umm… melt right into a puddle, why don’t I?
The next day I had an appointment at the doctor’s office. It followed its normal boring pattern: pee in a cup, get weighed, check blood pressure, measure belly, listen to heartbeat. And then she started feeling around on my stomach. She got to the top right section and said “I can’t tell if this is the head or the butt. Let’s go into the ultrasound room.” She put the wand thing right up to that spot and instantly said “Yep, that’s the head. She’s breech.”
@*#&#^@*$&##)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So I left the office with a handout of some uncomfortable looking exercises to do and a few tears in my eyes. Obviously, having a C-section isn’t the worst thing in the world. People do it all the time. It just isn’t my preference… so I needed a few minutes to pout about it. When the day comes we’re just going to do whatever we have to do to welcome Brooke safely. But until then, it looks like I’ll be hanging out upside down. ;)
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