Expecting the Unexpected

I saw my midwife again today, and she had them do another ultrasound to check out little sister's status. Still breech. She's actually what they call foot breech which means she's got her feet down near my cervix rather than being folded in half and bum down. She's measuring about 7 lbs 8 oz, with a larger belly which is apparently common with gestational diabetes. There's lots of fluid around her, so technically there is a chance she could still turn, but both the midwife and doctor I met with seem a bit skeptical. The midwife said I could try a chiropractor, but also warned that with the larger size there is an increased risk of tearing if I deliver naturally. The doctor explained my other options: an inversion, where a doctor attempts to push the baby head down, or a scheduled c-section. She gave the inversion less than a 50% chance of success, which none of us felt especially good about, so as for now we're planning on the c-section. A nurse will call sometime next week to schedule and I will meet with Dr. Wallace from now on rather than the midwife. If she happens to turn and I go into labor... well great. If not, then at least I have a plan. I've been preparing myself mentally for either option so ideally it will be a positive experience no matter what happens. It seems nothing about this pregnancy has gone the way I had anticipated.

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In other news, our washing machine is leaking rather copious amounts of water. Matthew ended up spending most of the afternoon moving the heavy machines by himself and trying to figure out what's broken. So far no dice, but at least it's now in a tray so hopefully it won't totally destroy the flooring. He'll build a pedestal for them so they are no longer stacked and future problems might be more easily detected and diagnosed. I think there is some force out there bound and determined to keep us from finishing the boys' room. Sigh.... someday.