Tomorrow is the day. I go in at 6:30 and the procedure is scheduled to start at 7:30. I really do not think Firecracker has turned. I am sure he hasn't because I can really feel his head all up around my ribs. My hope for tomorrow is that the version will successfully turn this little man and then I will go into labor shortly after so that he does not have the opportunity to flip back over. That would be my ideal plan. I like that plan. I am sure God just chuckles when I say things like that. That's okay with me. I know His plan will be perfect, but I can't help but wonder what that plan might be.
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