I’m still pregnant (36wks today) but have been having some pretty horrible cramping. I was back at the hospital today for my routine checkup and the ob/midwife were both “happy” with the stabby-cramping – it’s not labour, it’s just my body getting ready for the inevitable. I had another ultrasound today because at my last appointment they really couldn’t tell which way the baby was pointing. As it turns out, he is firmly breech. He’s also measuring quite small; about 2kg (4lbs, 5oz) though the ob said these measurements are very rough because of his small chest and tummy circumferences, and because of the no-fluid thing so he may be a bit bigger though not by much. I’m due to finish work on Friday and am so glad for it because my feet and legs have been really swollen from the heat. I have a long walk to and from the staff carpark (about a kilometre each way) and that walk turned into a trudge around 32 weeks and now it’s exhausting.

My husband started a new job last week. We are both employed by the same organisation but now we both work within the same facility. It’s been a bit weird having him on my turf but I do really love driving to and from work with him every day. We’ve only managed the one lunch date together because his job is very very busy and quite high stress (he made me promise that if he keels over with a stroke/heart attack while doing this job, I’m to sue the organisation!) but it’s nice to know he’s just a few minutes away. My department is due to be relocated to the new building (there’s been some major redevelopment and construction going on since the middle of 2009) later this year but until then, his office is just one level above mine but on the other side of the building. Anyway, I only mention the new job because it kept him from coming to the appointment with me so he missed out on seeing the baby again. My feelings were hurt when he said he wouldn’t be there but I understand that he can’t just bail out early whenever he likes (even though he’s the damn director, whatever!).

So… a breech baby. I’m pretty sure the midwife said he was head down just recently but that was through feel and she did say that my stomach muscles are quite hard which makes feeling the lumps and bumps a little trickier. I don’t know whether he turned around or whether he’d just always been breech. Regardless, the obstetrician said that she wouldn’t do a c-section because as we don’t have any living children, she recognises that it is likely we will want to try again soon (either on our own or with donor tissue) and she doesn’t want to create other risks for us in the future. And to be honest, I’m not concerned about the prospect of a breech vaginal birth (even after reading a particularly blunt article on suturing, ugh). In reality he is very little (5th percentile) and I strongly feel that I’m in very good hands at this particular hospital. And one thing I have learned through each of my losses is that there is no point in stressing about things that haven’t happened yet.

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