A couple of days ago I quite seriously informed Andy over breakfast that something wasn’t right. I had no idea what it was, but something didn’t feel right.
Was it that the house was a disaster? No dresser for the baby yet? What could it have been? I puzzled over it for the entire day, eventually moving on and feeling better. But I believe it came back to me this morning at my 36-week doctor’s appointment.
Baby is no longer head down.
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Not again!!!!”
This happened with Luke, too. Same time. He was head down at 34 weeks… everything was fine. At 36 weeks… feet down. And for those of you that don’t know how babies should be born… they should come out head first.
He never flipped — even through brute force — and I had a C-section as a result… something I really want to avoid having again.
So I have some decisions to make. In the meantime, I’ve sought out a mom consultation and eaten comfort foods. (Paleo be damned — I wanted a quesadilla for lunch.)
All of this comes after a brutal AM workout at the gym. It was long; it was hard.
30 Dumbbell floor press (M 50# / W 35#)
DB lunge walk (Alley to front door and back)
30 renegade rows
I finished first… but I was only using 20# dumbbells. I think I might have attempted the 25# DBs if I was not at 36 weeks, but I’m definitely not quite to the RX weight. I also did knee raises instead of toes-to-bar. One day, right?
There’s always a bright side. Thanks to my workouts and nutrition, I’m stronger than ever and more ready for whatever many happen with this baby. And baby’s strong, too.