Flipped!

I was correct!

She is head down!

No ECV!

(unless she somehow flips again)

I was starting to feel an

aversion

to the 

version. 

I don't know if I will be induced on the 31st

or

not.

I will keep you all posted

and 

will show off 

the 

nursery 

SOON! 

Maybe....

I have a 
sneaky suspicion 

that 

baby girl

might have flipped.

Maybe.

Since I didn't know 
she had 
flipped 

back to

breech,

I am probably 

not in tune 

with what is 

actually

going on 

in 

my 

uterus. 

Flipping the...

bird baby! 


I got an amazing surprise Thursday during my 37 week OB appointment. My baby girl flipped herself back into the breech position. She has been breech the entire pregnancy (at least as far as I could tell), but had, to my relief, flipped facing down by my 36 weeks appointment. I was a little shocked and disappointed by this news. I have been working toward a v-back this pregnancy and have been traveling 70 miles each way to see a doctor and hospital that will allow a v-back. If you know anything about breech babies, or v-backs, you know that it would be virtually impossible to find a doctor, midwife, or a medical professional in the US that will allow a v-back with a butt down baby. 


The plan is to have another sonogram next Thursday and if the baby if breech I will go in for a EVC/version on May 24, 2010. If there is are any issues during the version they will deliver the baby then. If they are able to get her in the correction position, I will go in for an induction on May 31st. If they are unable to flip her, I will go in for a c-section on May 31st. Either way, I should have a baby on or around May 31st.


Best case scenario, she flips on her own, stays down, and, for the first time ever, I will go into labor on my own. That would be cool. Until then, I will panic and run around like a chicken with my head cut off and try to get prepared. 

Yo Mama's on Crack Rock!

Not my Mama!

I picked out a darling shade of baby pink for the nursery.

Except it was more like CRACK-baby pink.

(This is Logan's crack-baby face)

But we kept painting, 

because,

you know,

paint always looks different after it has dried.

It just looked worse after it dried.

And the consistency of the paint was just not right.

So I went where I should have gone to begin with:

LOWE'S!

I grabbed a can of the low VOC Olympic paint in

PLEASING pink.

I am well, PLEASED, with my decision.

Pleasing Pink / Crack-baby Pink

I think I've made the right decision.

Now to summon up the energy to roll another coat and cut in at the top.

Crack-baby pink is not going down with out a fight.

Must be school picture time! Warning: Graphic Description

I know with each pregnancy I get a little "treat"

With Logan,

it was the itchy "pregnancy rash"

that cleared up 2 days before my appointment

with the dermatologist.

In the future they told totake a picture before it clears up.

Right.

With Hunter,

it was the massive vomiting each day from 4-7 pm

in the 1st trimester

and the horribly blotchy skin

in the 3rd trimester

and in the weeks after

having him ripped through my abdomen

giving bith.

Hunter was also lucky enough to get the face frenzy as well.

Cute.

I am currently experiencing an ailment

unlike the previous two.

Acne.

Sigh.

And not even acne.

A rash-like smattering of

tiny,

large,

random,

bright red,

well ok,

acne.

It's like I'm in high school

and

pictures are on 

Monday.

Except,

I don't even get the satisfaction

of sitting on the bathroom sink

and 

popping these badboys

until the mirror is splattered 

with 

zit juice.

Yes,

these sorry excuses for "zits"

have.

no.

heads.

The nerve.

I am all for the pregnancy "glow"

but 

my face has the glow

of 

hot

MOLTEN

LAVA.

Not the look I was going for.

Is this what the girl hormones are doing to me?

I guess if this is my penance for having a girl,

I'll take it.

As if my fat ass wasn't enough.

Thinking PINK!

About 12 weeks ago I took this test.

It said I was pregnant with our
3rd

BOY.

I was happy.

I had my boy name chosen.

Duncan.

I love that name.

I kicked my self.

I had given away all my infant clothing up to size 12 months

and

my maternity clothes.

I started buying a few things.

I love shopping.

Fast forward to Friday.

20 weeks.

Sonogram day.

We went as a family.

Logan and Hunter

fought over a bag of dried cherries.

Baby was not cooperating.

 

All scrunched up,

crossed up,

wiggly,

and

thumb sucking.

Femur length,

heart view,

tibia length,

another heart view.

Maneuver the wand.

Screaming when Logan decides he should hold the bag.

The wand shakes my uterus.

We get a clear shot.

(Sounds like a sniper sighting his mark, doesn't it?)

Logan replies that he would like a baby

SISTER

because he already has a baby brother,

of course.

Logan got his wish.

But he says not yet.

"My sister is not ready yet."