Week 36

Week 36 marked the official enjoyment of maternity leave.  It took me a solid week to unwind and unplug from work.  I felt stressed the entire first week of leave even though the only commitments or things I had to do were (generally really fun) things I voluntarily scheduled all on my own accord.

Week 36's word is...TIRED.  I've found myself just really ridiculously exhausted.  I think what actually happened was that now that I am out of my regular routine, I've had a minute to realize how completely tiring being a full-time, commuting, preggo, wife, friend, daughter, sister and mom to four fur-kids actually is.  

Week 36 also brought with it some unexpected news from my Dr. at my (now weekly) checkup.  The Dr. came in and took my vitals, asked about baby's movements, how I was feeling, any questions...everything was good, good, good.  Then he put the fetal doppler on me and swirled it around for a bit trying to find the heartbeat.  

Well...he found the heartbeat.  It was strong, but it was in the wrong place.  The Dr. rushed me out of the exam room and into a new room equipped with an ultrasound.  From there he showed me baby's head (apparently hairy!) and baby's butt announcing that Baby Boy is breech. 

So, I'm scheduled for a c-section on August 11th at 7:30am.  We'll of course check a few more times to see if he turns and I'm going to an acupuncturist next week as well to see if that does anything.  Baby is still moving a lot and his little feet are dancing on my bladder all day, every day.    

Overall, I am calm about it all.  I think in the grand scheme of things a few things come to my mind...

- No one I know has had an uncomplicated birth story...well maybe I've heard 2 of them...like, ever.

- God knows what's best for us and how he's supposed to arrive.  I can do all things through Him, including a section.

- Wimpier girls than I have had sections and lived to tell the tale.

- Whatever attitude I choose to have about it all changes nothing about the situation other than my experience of it (believe me I am WELL AWARE getting cut open and the recovery from that is not lovely).

Bottom line...if that's how he has to arrive, that's how he has to arrive.  I have no control over it.  So, I can spend my next 11 days freaking out, being upset and/or bemoaning the inconvenience of it OR I can enjoy the last 11 days of life pregnant and choose to get excited that I might get to meet my baby 8 days sooner than we'd expected.