In case you're wondering, it's called an external cephalic version (ECV). An aversion is something you have to something you don't like. And although you've chosen not to have one (apparently 65% success isn't enough for you?) I am still going to have it. I have no aversion to it. :curtsey

Isn't it bizarre that people are experts because of the internet? As far as I'm concerned, I have a 65% chance of avoiding major surgery. Sure, c-section isn't the worst surgery, but I'd rather use my parts as they are meant, given an opportunity. Besides, it's a half hour of discomfort tops. That's good enough for me.

Well, apparently it's a good thing Tom beat Jim last week. A mayoral candidate makes himself look like an ass by not checking snopes before forwarding vague scaremonger emails. To hundreds of potential voters.

Went to the chiropractor today for the Webster technique. She got the little one very active, but she's not turned yet, that I can tell. She went transverse for a bit but she seems to be breech again. I wonder if there's some reason, now. The chiro did say my sacrum and pelvis were all kinked to the right, so maybe if she can loosen me again it'll work. I go in tomorrow for an OB check so I'll have him confirm her position. It was nice to get loosened up a bit. And I'll see the chiro again tomorrow just in case it works. I had a hypnosis session this morning, and yoga tonight, so my body will be a well tuned machine by bedtime.

Well, she's still not right. But I have a full nine days to get her to turn! The version is scheduled for October 6, next Thursday. So I'm still seeing the chiropractor and hypnotist, continuing the acupuncture, ice packs, music and lights. The doc was very confident in doing it. He was a bit concerned about my BP but just wants to keep an eye. So I still get to go visit the office and pee in a cup twice a week.

And I'm feeling much better about it, I think because that's October and I have more than 5 days preparation. Even if I do end up C-sected immediately, I'll be 38+ and fine with that.

My massage is scheduled for Monday. That way, I still get it prenatally for sure. If she wants to help throw me into labor, more power to her.

Additonally, I got pulled over in front of the high school on my way there. I told the guy "I'm going to get my blood pressure checked" and he was like "you're pregnant right? I don't need to raise your blood pressure. bye."

Last night I dreamt about a massage. I guess I really want/need it. It was heavenly in the dream - almost like the real deal. Or a girl can pretend.

Nino is now in a fearful place. I don't know if it's the age, the impending changes, what it is. He told me he was going to fall in the water as he was falling asleep last night, woke up with worms in his bed, and generally is afraid he's going to fall any time there's any opportunity for that. I don't mind that it's turned him into even more of a cuddlebum, but it makes me sad to feel his little fingers grab me so tight as I lift him onto the dryer to put his shoes on.

I'm getting bigger and less comfortable. I'm sore all the time. I feel like I did 1000 squats, my back aches, I wake up with weird things like 2 fingers asleep. I never felt like this with Nino. Maybe it's because she's upside wrong. Not to mention that I can't sleep, pregnancy compounded by worries, and the boy hasn't been into napping. He's miserable by 3 pm so 4+ more hours of him isn't fun. I don't like raising my voice. I do lots of make-up cuddles. This afternoon I'm just all about him. He needs me. He knows I'm stressed out, uncomfy, worried, not ready for another child, and I think he knows he's going to have a lot less of me soon.

I also have morning sickness back. Nice to lose breakfast. I liked it. Once.

Shopping this weekend helped - now we have all the gear we need, down to someplace for princess to sleep. And yesterday we went to the horse farm, where Nino got to play with dirt, see horses, pat burros, and I had nothing else to do than play with him.

Yesterday I had my 36 week appointment. I was thrilled to have gained zero. However, both hubby and neighbor have been telling me I "look different", assuming I've "dropped" or whatnot. Turns out that no, she's upside-wrong. She's just sitting there like a big girl, not aiming toward the entrance as she should be. So my day yesterday consisted of researching all I could to get her to turn on her own, from chiropractic to acupuncture to frozen peas on the belly. I have an appointment with an OB tuesday to discuss an external version as well. I really, really, really don't want a c-section. I'm glad that's a priority to my midwives.

Anyway, she's still a girl. Here's her little face. Her foot's in front of it so it's not that clear, but she's yawning.

Man am I sore. I have no clue what it is. I walked around a lot Monday afternoon, lots of hills and stuff, leaflet-ing, and I weigh a good 30 lb more than I ever have, maybe that's it. But this morning, even my arms are sore. Need tonight's yoga class.

Yesterday was the primary. Congrats Tom. He got the second highest number of votes, which hubby and I had actually kind of hoped for. The winner may get lazy, Tom will have to work harder. And the person who "won" is diametrically opposite. Some of the other candidates were quite similar, so Tom's sure to pick up many of their votes. He's good at this. He can gain 500+ votes. If not, we've still got our dreams on realtor.com.

Oh ya and yesterday ran into this guy I worked with 7ish years ago. I had no idea who he was and he used to live in the city, so I had no idea it was him. Turns out it probably was and I looked the other way. Oops.

Last night, Nino learned how slippery the tub is and how fun it is to slide around and give momma a heart attack. Double whammy. Sits on the slopey non-faucet end and skids down till he's "swimming like a fishy".

When I picked Nino up at Sammy's house today, she was wearing a towel-cape and nothing else. You've gotta love two year olds.

I can't believe I'm a month away from meeting my daughter. This weekend I had some crampiness and some stomach stuff, and I realized it really could be any day now. She gets stronger and stronger and I now feel distinct knees. I make everyone feel her. So different from last time when I was all territorial about my bump. I started packing my bag, her little clothes are all washed and in her drawers. Tiny diapers lined up. The socks! They're the size of my thumb!! The thing that really cracked me up is that while '"m planning a fancy beautiful outfit for her to wear home, mine is a comfy frumpy suit. I know no one will be looking at me anyway.

Still up in the air about career decisions. We've started interviewing, and telling people how great it is, reminds me how great it is. And then trying to figure out how to keep Sue-sue available.

So we've decided that whenever I stop work, she'll still have Nino for two days. I think. I need to confirm with her. But it's great, because even though it's money spent and not earned, I'll be able to get into the groove with lil girl, nest beforehand, and nap. Naps were huge when he was wee. Then hopefully, I can talk to bossman in December or so and come back here for those 2 days, Januaryish. I'd really like that, even if all I do is production/website updates/not project management. I love that part but realize the continuity of two days leaves a bit to be desired in that regard. That's cool with me and then I'll just leave the work at the office. Can't beat that part.

This weekend Nino got to feel the baby move. It was just amazing to watch his little face as I told him what it was. Then every twenty minutes he wanted to feel her. She took a lot of "naps" this weekend.

Hubby is still ailing. He's spending the day at the hospital having tests run. Dye tests, xrays, bloodwork, all that. I hope they figure something out, because he's not healthy and it's not going away.

Last night, while getting Nino ready for bed, the red sox were on. He was wearing his sox jammies (well he was naked but going to wear them). Tied in the bottom of the ninth. I said "if you put your jammies on *now* the red sox will win". No sooner was his last limb through than Ortiz hit a homer. We'll have to practice that one through the world series.

Making myself sick on Storck Chocolate Riesen. If you haven't tried it and don't want a new addiction, steer clear. This has become comfort food to me. So chewy it makes your jaw hurt. So chocolatey. So heaven.

Tonight we're having blts for dinner as everyone and their mom (literally) has decided we need more tomatoes. Maybe I'll try my hand at making sauce. Not that it helps the heartburn.

Good weekend. Yesterday G got to hold more baby birdies at Auntie Sarah's house. They're so tiny - about 5 days old and a small breed anyway. They were offered to us in a month. Like that'll be a good time to be protecting chickens from Marco/coyotes/neglect.

Thanks JaimeJenn.

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