And I didn’t post about it earlier because I was refusing to believe.
But, on Saturday Cosette thought the baby had turned Frank Breech. Today she feels the same way, but still can’t tell for absolute certain.
Hoping to go in for an u/s tomorrow for a quick peek to find out for sure. Then likely I’ll be moving in at Dr. Heather’s and Abby Miller’s offices.
Grr. I just want to cry. I mean, I am grateful that this baby’s still alive. Still growing.
But, how many stupid things need to go wrong this pregnancy? Truly.
Also waiting to hear from the lab about my hemoglobin…