One last belly pic. The night before baby.
At 5 am tomorrow, Greg and I will roll on into the hospital. They'll stick an iv in my arm, shave my belly (say what?) and make me fill out a bunch of insurance forms. At 7 am the doctor will show up and do his darndest to turn this stubborn breech baby with his bare hands. If he's successful, I will be induced. If he is unsuccessful, I will have a C section. Either way, this baby is coming out of me tomorrow. Si o si. (One of my favorite Spanish phrases. Literally translated it means yes or yes. Why doesn't English have a cool phrase like that?)
By this time tomorrow it should be all over, and we hope to be holding and loving a healthy little girl.
Send good vibes. Please.