Yes! As of yesterday’s appointment, Dubya is in the head down position (and is having fun pressing her head up against my bladder).
Leading up to the appointment, I stayed true to my word and devoted myself to some spinningbabies.com exercises. Her spin was in progress so I’m not precisely sure that these did the trick — but I did those forward-leaning inversions and breech tilts like they were my second job. On Monday night, Dubya’s movement woke me. One minute she’s just doing her usual thing; the next, my stomach feels like it’s twisting, I’m in pain, and I’m worried labor had started. But I realized these were not contractions and immediately wondered if Dubya had completed her spin. I kept my fingers crossed and she proved me right on Wednesday afternoon (my reward was a high five from my OB).
And the big bonus on Wednesday? We finally got to see Dubya’s cute, chubby-cheeked face. We’re only weeks away from meeting her, but getting a sneak peek was fun all the same. I think she has my husband’s lips, but you can’t really pinpoint anything else just yet. We just know she’s precious.
My husband, who couldn’t be at the ultrasound, saw the pictures when he got home from work yesterday. I was out, but when I came home we greeted each other with delighted giggles. “Isn’t she adorable?” I asked. “She is so goddamn cute,” he answered. She looks seriously pissed off in one of them, causing my husband to dub her Ms. Cranky Pants.
Other highlights of the appointment were Dubya’s reluctance to wake up and show the ultrasound tech her breathing skills. She had to buzzed — while I didn’t feel a kick, she was moving around after the rude awakening. Her biophysical profile went fine, though. They didn’t tell me her weight, but she’s suddenly measuring two days ahead. This isn’t much of a change, of course, and these things aren’t accurate, but it’s always interesting to note the perceived shift. Turns out I’m GBS negative, too, so that’s one thing I don’t have to worry about when going into labor.
The appointment ended with my OB nagging me to pack my hospital bag (guilty: whatever nesting is, it hasn’t hit me), install our car seat (this weekend, I promise), and finalize anything else on my list. I’m completely on lockdown (translation: no dilation or effacement), but he warned me that it could happen at any time. Noted. He had the office staff print up my chart to take the to hospital, shook my hand, and gave me these parting words: “If anything happens this weekend, I’ll see you there!” Hah. I love my practice.
Besides being very happy with the week’s appointment, all is well in the Writer Household. We’re finishing up the nursery, getting Dubya’s things in order, and trying to prepare ourselves as best we can for the unexpected (which is to say, repeating the mantra “One day at a time”). I’m doing well – I’m slowing down and a sore back sometimes disturbs my sleep, but I can’t really complain. Is it physically demanding? Definitely – I burst into tears the other day for no reason other than my back. What’s the cure? Delivering a baby – and I’m hopeful that it’ll be a safe and healthy delivery for us all.
One day at a time.