I Am Not Open-Minded

Because, honest to God, I really don't see myself doing anything remotely like this.

... Get a broad plank of wood, like an ironing board. Prop it at an angle against the couch or a chair ... Lie on the board with your head down and feet resting on either side of the board on the couch. Try it a couple times to get it right.Remain on the board for up to 20 minutes, 3 times a day. (YEAH I'LL GET RIGHT ON THAT.)

After you've got this down (YOU HAVE BECOME A CIRCUS PERFORMER! CONGRATS, NEW BABY AND NEW CAREER!) and you can relax inverted like this, put a bag of frozen veggies (CAN THEY HAVE A CREAM SAUCE? MMMM), wrapped in a thin towel, behind baby's head, and a very warm “hot pac” in front of the baby near your pubic bone. Put the warm pac on the same side of your belly as the baby's hands and feet are on, but close to your pubic bone.Other times, place a paper towel tube in the same spot and have family members speak through it or play Beethoven. (WE PREFER OUTKAST, HOPE THEY TOO HAVE BREECH FLIPPING POWERS)

What they forgot to talk about was when do you call the witch in to wave her wand while you juggle hot coals and speak Swahili to gently encourage you baby to move away from the peas?

This is dang complicated. And what size ironing board is that anyway? Because I'm pretty sure mine is about a size 6, and I'm about double that action at least.

KJ, was this what yours involved? Because I went to that website hoping for something more akin to "Lie on the floor and gently stretch your leg over your head ..." type of advice. Something more yoga like. And not involving frozen produce?

Oh well, baby Rachel/Katie and I have another five days to figure this out, I guess. Thanks for the comments earlier. Hopefully she'll take a header on her own here soon before I'm forced to make any decisions.

Gonna Be A Handful

Several of you have heard me insist that this girl child will be trouble. Partially because Matthew hasn't been (so far ... knock on fake wood desk) and partially because so many sweet good babies seem to have come along in the last few months that I feel they've sucked up all the good baby vibes.

Well, she is already proving me right. Yesterday I learned this little troublemaker has flipped, again, and is now in a frank breech position.

This is better than foot down breech, but still no guarantees that the (what I have already labeled) horrible version procedure would work, if it comes to that.

It might not - she's only 6 lbs and still has lots of fluid to swim around in so flipping again before Monday's appointment isn't out of the question.

Am I crazy to be more scared of someone squeezing my belly and squashing my baby than of an operation? Because right now I'd be tempted to say let's just schedule my c-section and not even go through what frankly, looks like medieval torture just to have a 50/50 chance to flip this kid back.

And if that procedure involves an epidural (some do) then why on earth would I want to go through that and THEN some type of additional birth related pain, section, vaginal or otherwise?

Granted I am giant baby about pain. Maybe it would be fine? Not that bad? Worth it? I don't know yet. But in the meantime, please send me and baby girl 180 degree thoughts this week.