34 weeks

This has been a fairly quiet week; not much new to report on the baby. Another ultrasound at my appointment on Friday confirmed that he/she is still breech, so I'm continuing my pelvic tilts and other crazy attempts to get baby to turn. So far, nothing seems to be working. I'm starting to come to terms with the idea that I just might have to have a c-section, though I'm still hopeful that it won't come to that. (I have lots of - somewhat unfounded - feelings about having a c-section, but I won't go into that now. In general, it's something I'm really hoping to avoid.) But everyone keeps telling me that babies can turn at any point and I still have plenty of time. So, I'm trying to remain optimistic and hopeful that this baby isn't as stubborn as his/her mother can sometimes be!

Let's see...what else?? I finally washed and put away a few baby clothes, blankets, and towels. That was fun! Sometimes I just go into the drawer with all the onesies and pick up the tiniest one in there, hold it in my hands, and marvel at just how small and adorable our little one is going to be. And now, more than ever, I'm starting to get so anxious to find out if we'll have a little boy or girl. Up until this point, I really haven't thought much about it, but as the weeks creep by, I find myself constantly wondering what this baby will look like and which of the several names we've poured over will eventually fit. I've always kind of maintained the notion that it will be a boy - based on the strong initial feeling I had in the early weeks of pregnancy, plus the fact that everyone else we know seems to be having girls. But lately, I'm starting to get more of a sense that it will be a girl. I've had a few dreams now about baby and in all of them, she's been a girl. According to my midwife, in her experience, dreams seem to be the best indicator of the baby's true gender, so we'll see...

I also celebrated my 31st birthday this past Tuesday. When I was a kid, I always assumed that by my 30s (ugh...my 30s!), I'd already be done having my babies. But as I reflect back, I wouldn't change a single thing - I am truly happy with the course of my life thus far.

In other news, we had a brief visit from Ryan's mom on Friday night and Saturday. She'll be back for a bit longer when she returns from her trip to the Canadian Rockies. And in the meantime, we are very excited to welcome my big brother, Chuck, to Seattle for the first time this coming week! Good times ahead...!