Oof, it’s been awhile. I’m still pregnant. Quite huge. School is finished. We’re plugging along and most days I’m just aiming for survival. Pain is immense. So many pregnancies, plus 17 years of having babies, and my body is protesting. I have an ultrasound tomorrow. Baby was breech last week. And big. Trying to make a plan. I have 3.5 weeks to my due date. I’ve had a number of things that make me think labor will be sooner. I’m hoping it’s not just wishful thinking. I’m emotional and cranky and can barely walk. I get astounded looks, I can only assume regarding my size, from perfect strangers. They ask if it’s twins constantly. Good times.
We were gifted a huge, beautiful set of playground equipment. It’s still in pieces here, but this was in the former yard. It took a trailer and the flatbed to haul it, and I was impressed my husband got it all loaded even with that. Stellan is over the moon about it all. All of the kids have tried to play on it in the current chunks and not completely put together, even in the rain. It’s pretty awesome.
We don’t have a name for baby yet. I keep searching. Blaine keeps shaking his head. It’s one of the harder decisions of our marriage! I have my list of favorites. At this rate, I’m not sure what’s going to happen with that. I ordered a baby bed today. It’s starting to feel real. Hoping to get good news tomorrow. The idea of facing another breech cesarean is super frustrating. We’ll try an external version, and see if the OB and midwife can get baby to flip to head down. They didn’t offer that with Ruby because she was over 7.0 pounds, but this hospital has no such restrictions. Thankfully. We’ll find out more tomorrow.