So Gully was breech, and now she’s probably not. This week, I had a cephalic version, where they briefly sent me to the hospital, gave me a shot of terbutaline, and rotated the baby so she can be head down in anticipation of delivery.  There’s a YouTube video (not me!) that shows the procedure - it works only about 50% of the time.  It was not as relaxed or as comfortable as that woman on the video makes it appear.  In fact, it required three tries before she actually flipped, and I was grimacing and holding back tears the whole time.  Afterward, they keep you on the doppler and toco monitors to make sure the baby is okay - that it didn’t cause placental rupture or cord compromise or anything else.  I was extremely exhausted after that, I think because the terbutaline had worn off by the time I got home, and took a nap.  In the middle of my nap, I felt sudden extreme pressure in my belly, awoke from the pain, and saw her kicking and struggling in there - in my half-asleep state I couldn’t tell if she was trying to turn herself back into the breech position.  At this point, there’s a hard part up near my ribs, and a hard part down by my bladder, but I can’t tell which one is the butt and which one is the head.  So now I am not sure if she is still breech or not.

Mostly, though, this show needs to get on the road.  Given how ridiculously dramatic Gully’s been, she will probably take her sweet time and won’t come out until it’s time for high school.  I will be pregnant forever.  The most annoying symptoms are the ligament laxity, being slow, and not being able to pick shit up off the ground.  This week, I was examining infants from a multiple birth who were placed on a play mat on the ground of the exam room, and I had to get down on my hands and knees to examine them because there was no way I could bend down to pick them up onto the exam table one at a time.  Once I was down there, though, I had some major difficulties getting myself back up again, which must have looked extraordinarily graceful and professional to the parents.  Yes, I am a slow, fat clown these days.