Good Girl

She's head down. Whewf! That's a bit of a relief. Now we just have to wait and see if she stays that way! The technician was laughing for the whole 5 minutes it took to do the appointment because the baby was wiggling and jiggling around like mad. She said she got one good shot for the doctor's files before little miss wigglebum took off.

Anyway, I'm greatly relieved that I don't have to be making any decisions and can let nature and gravity do their thing. Of course now I'm going to be on high alert for any and every possible sign of labour starting and will no doubt drive everyone around me nuts. Since I was induced with the boys, I never had to make the decision as to when it was time to head to the hospital after counting contractions for hours beforehand or having my waters break at some inopportune moment. Du calme, control freak, du calme.

Speaking of the boys, I was reading my W book, Who Has Seen The Wind, set in 1930s Saskatchewan and nearly burst into tears in Starbucks this morning as I came across this passage about a mother reflecting on her two young sons after an incident at school upsets one of them:

"It was like being on the other side of the fence - to have lives of their own. Dear God, she wished fervently, make them turn out all right - not just alright: world beaters - the best there was[...] Like their father - that would be enough."

I know, I know, its the hormones, but I felt weepy for the next half hour every time I thought of it.