Plan Q

The last few months have been spent prepping the nest for baby's arrival. The showers were had, the layette was washed (in baby detergent, no softener), the hospital bag was packed, the birth plan was done ... the plans were made and everything was falling into place.

But this afternoon, I learned my first lesson in 'planning things when it comes to baby'. That lesson is: don't do it. :) The DH and I went to our appointment, and the doc did the first ultrasound he'd done in a few months. But wait, at 37 weeks, ain't that supposed to be where her HEAD is? And scrolling up, ain't that supposed to be where her butt is? Yep. Defying the first instructions she was ever given ("Hey kid, all you gotta do is cooperate, and I'll do the rest."), Baby Q is breech.

So, for the next 20 minutes or so, the DH and I were bombarded with new information and what the options are for little Q now. Doc said to be on the lookout, since breech babies tend to come early. And, weather systems have an influence on birthin', so we're on high alert. We live about 45 minutes away from the hospital, so with all this crazy weather, I've been quarantined for the last couple of days with the in-laws who live about 10 minutes away from hospital.

If I'm able to make it through this weather and not have my timer go off, then we're going in on Tuesday to try and turn her. If that's successful, we're going ahead with this deal. If it doesn't work, then we're scheduling a c-section for sometime very soon, likely later next week sometime.

So, at this point, everyone's just kind of waiting around for something to happen. I feel a little like a time bomb ... no, not the red wire, the BLUE one! ... But, this has been a good lesson for me and the DH: to heck with Plan A, Plan B, or even Plan K. Guess we'd better just get used to going with Plan Q for a while!