I called my mom and asked her if she was itching to do some laundry today.
Yes, I did.
And laundry is her THING. It's what she does. So, even though I really wanted someone to come clean my kitchen, laundry was the best thing I could ask of my mom.
Now S can have clothes to wear tomorrow to work!
AND the girls and I went grocery shopping this morning, so he can have lunch as well!
Of course, when we got home I had to take a nap. In the morning. There may have been drooling involved.
So...I found out yesterday at my appointment (the one where I was waiting to hear, "Wow! Baby has dropped! You are totally making progress! It's going to be any day now! Way to sit on that birthing ball all weekend!") that baby was breech. A double footling breech, no less. She HAD been head down for quite some time.
That was not really what I wanted to hear. I came home and asked for prayers from friends who starting praying up a storm. I also researched and spent a great deal of the day laying and sitting and kneeling in all kinds of crazy positions. We went for a walk. I rubbed my stomach in a downwards direction.
And then, just as I was falling asleep around 11pm, she turned. Somehow. I don't know if she's head-down now, but I do know she flipped and flopped and moved around some way or other. I felt like I needed to hold on to something! Mercy! I really hope she's turned the right way now. I honestly can't tell. I go back to the doctor on Monday--if there is no labor before then.
So, in summary: My daughter was breech, but now she may not be. We have food and soon we will have clean clothes.
I call it "Nesting Through Others."