So, if things continue as they are, meaning that Miss Molly stays breach, I am having a C-section 6 weeks from today. 6 weeks. 2 babies. This scares the ever loving crap out of me.
My OB appointment last week was routine. Everything is fantastic. If anything, my blood pressure is too low. But, as far as the dr. could tell, the babies are still in the same positions. We decided to schedule a C-section now in order to get a good time slot with the understanding that IF she flips, we will induce instead. So. The C-section is scheduled for 3/12. If we induce, it may be the 11th or 13th instead. In any case, 6 weeks. SIX.
My work shower was last week, and though it was small, it was fun. I am now the proud owner of a double stroller, the My Brest Friend double nursing pillow, Easter outfits, blankets and bibs. These are also the only photos I got of my belly this week. I am not angry or possessed as these photos might indicate. If you look closely at the middle one, you can see my alien belly button.
I had lunch with some friends at Pizza Hut yesterday and the server was a total creeper. She started by saying as I walked in “Oh my GOD, when are you due? Like, right now?”, then asked to touch my belly, harassed me about their names and was just an overall pain in the ass. If I wasn’t afraid of her spitting in my food, I’d have been nasty to her.
We have gotten the whole basement cleaned out, and Ed is prepping to start the process of swapping rooms and officially making room for these babies. It just keeps getting more and more real.
Finally, we have family photos scheduled for Saturday. I’m excited to have the last photo of our family of 5 and to showcase the belly. Hopefully, I’ll be able to include some of those in next week’s post.