I haven't been out walking for awhile. A couple of reasons have kept me indoors... too tired, too cold, too much sciatic pain. But yesterday was gorgeous. So out I went. And I listened to a This American Life episode while I walked. It was invigorating.
While I was walking I glanced over at the shadow my body was casting on the sidewalk and the buildings and the road and, the first time I saw it, I did a double-take. Like, whoa. I am really pregnant. Like it is totally obvious now. And probably has been for awhile. I guess after 20 or so years of looking a certain way, it's a bit shocking to see my body with a protruding belly. And protrude it does.
Our little wee one has taken up a comfortable side-lying position in my abdomen (called a transverse lie). While her position is wonderful for the tiny punches and mini kicks (no painful rib jabs or kidney hits, just gentle belly taps), it is not so wonderful for delivery. But she has time. Plenty of time to get her head in the the game and get head down for D-day. Let's hope she cooperates or it will be the knife for me.
Ugh. Did you have a less than optimum baby position before delivery? Did your baby get it together and get in the right position? My doctor isn't concerned. She says they can reposition themselves all the way up to the day of delivery. Let's hope. A C-section recovery just isn't in my post-baby plans.