Thirty-eight weeks, and we are holding steady. In other words, Baby Lindsey has not arrived yet. We are, however, scheduled for delivery next Tuesday, and we are certainly hoping that he does not decide to make an early appearance -- particularly since we learned today that he is breech. He is also facing outward, as if he is already being carried, Baby Bjorn-style. The little peak we had of him via sonogram today explained why my upper tummy feels like it is about to explode. Maybe he will flip into a less uncomfortable position soon. Otherwise, he is an estimated 6.8 pounds and is a little over 19 1/2 inches long. I am negotiating a deal with him that I will keep a steady supply of coconut shaved ice coming his way if he will move into a more manageable position.
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