the recap of this week:
went to acupuncture twice,
went to chiropractor 3 times,
did every inversion i knew,
handstands in the pool…
prayed lots and tried to stay as positive as i knew how…
the last few days were creeping in with different birth plans,
and it was hard to imagine anything the way i planned it in my mind before…
both my chiropractor and acupuncturist were wonderful.
so positive and full of energy that i was hopeful,
both reminded me that if he doesn’t move,
i have done all i could, and it is probably for a good reason…
i started to agree,
and thought about how much 
little Boston is already so much like his dad.
if there is even the chance of getting caught in a sticky situation,
even a hint of danger ahead,
he doesn’t even entertain it.
stubbornly brilliant at protective instincts.
the thought made me smile and have a little more peace.
wednesday morning, 
i visited sandy, my favorite of the 3 midwives.
 i told her about my horrible experience with the other midwife and asked that i not see her…
she listened and helped me stay positive too,
she also told me that the other two were on call for the next two weeks, 
but i could ask to have someone else cover if i went into labor over the due date weekend…
huge burden lifted.
yesterday morning, 
i picked up cc and we drove to the hospital.
i was feeling positive, 
trying to stay relaxed,
but it was ultimately hard to picture the excitement of going into labor
that i was so ready to experience…
the OB that works at my office came in.
he is a younger man,
possibly still in his 30s,
and witty and fun.
he reminded me of my brother, rob,
which is probably why i calmed so easily.
he tried moving the baby a few times,
and i did my best to try to breathe-
i am sure it is the
most painful event i have volunteered for…
he didn’t move at all,
but i kept making him try… over and over…
the nurses thought i was crazy for keeping at it…
chris held my hand and cried, watching as i wept through it…
it wasn’t the pain, but the realization that he wasn’t going to move…
no matter how much i tried to visualize or tell him to…
i lay there weeping, with my husband smiling at me,
and the OB tried to cheer me up,
he said,
“this was a planned pregnancy, right?
well, i am sure your first thought after you got pregnant wasn’t
‘man i can’t wait to push a huge thing out of my vagina!'”
i threw my head back laughing and cried even more.
he is right.
we came here to have a baby,
and that is just what we will do.
it took me over 30 minutes of sobbing to calm down,
but when he mentioned february 28th as a possible c-section date,
i agreed.
{that means i get to see him instead of midwives to the end too- a plus}
it will be my g-ma moffat’s birthday,
and i know that he wont be moving on his own at this point…
cc had the rest of the day off
and he spent it holding me and trying to keep me busy.
he let me cry it out and reminded me that i did everything there was to do…
it makes me cry all over again to think of how lucky and blessed i am.
thanks again for all of your thoughts, prayers, and advice,
the good news is: i may have a healthy little boy in 10 days,
and my little hormonal and slightly broken heart can almost not handle the thought….
again, proof that heavenly father loves me.