Ellie Grace has finally turned herself around and is no longer breech. Of course this doesn't change our c-section plans but gives the doctor a better indication of what is going on on the inside. I'm glad she's not THAT stubborn and figured out how to follow rank so to speak. We're scheduled to arrive at the hospital before 7:30am next Wednesday and if all goes well she should be out by 8am and I should be back in my room by 9:30/10am. This is an extreme contrast to Luke's birth which took longer than a day and a half and I barely saw him the first night he was born. Thank the Lord for modern medicine!
I am currently participating in the Extreme Nesting Challenge. A challenge that is self-inflicted. I'm out of work from this week through January 5 and of course I couldn't just sit and twiddle my thumbs with my feet up. As the old Italians say, "Idle hands are the work of the devil."
I've got beef stew in the crock (some for dinner tonight and the rest to freeze) and spaghetti sauce simmering on the stove to make and freeze a lasagne. The freezer is already stocked with a spinach quiche and chicken pot pie. My sister in law also supplied us with some creamy tomato and wild rice soup that is also nestled into a corner of the good ole ice box. The floors are mopped, I scrubbed them on my hands and knees, twice. I also swiffered and vaccuumed my way through our humble abode. All of the beds are stripped down to their mattresses, I flipped ours too, and the washer and dryer are in full force, washing everything from bed clothes to onesies. All I have left to do is pick up our bedroom so that the bassinette fits in there nicely, pack our bags for the hospital, and um put my feet up.
Ellie and I are headstrong this week, keeping busy in anticipation of whats to come!