Inside, Outside, Upside Down

Mommy went to the doctor on Monday and he told her some news. First, she isn't dilated. That's OK, because I'm not due to be here for another few weeks. The other thing he told her was I'M UPSIDE DOWN. I knew this, of course, and Mommy and Daddy had suspicions, but this confirmed it. Well, the doctor is going to see what's going on this Monday (just three days away!) and if I'm STILL upside down (which, to be honest, I might be. I kind of like it this way) then he will have to schedule a version. Mommy thinks this sounds painful and I think it sounds like an invasion of my rights as a fetus. Who is he to tell me which way to hang? But I guess that's the way it is. If the version doesn't work, Mommy might have to have a C-section, which isn't ideal.

So lately some weird things have been happening, since they heard this news. First, Mommy and Daddy talk to me in these nicey nice voice asking me to pretty please move. Then all of a sudden, if feels as though MOMMY's upside down, on her head. Weird. Doesn't she know she's eight months preggo? Finally, last night, a flashlight appeared at my head and moved down to my feet. What do they think I am? A moron? I'm cozy right here. Thanks for trying, though. Maybe I'll move next week.

Love,
Sophie