Sorry my posts are so focused on my tummy these days. I know that must get boring. I read so many strange ideas on turning the baby last night. Acupuncture my pinky toes with safety pins. Think downward flowing thoughts. Apply pressure 4 finger widths above my inner ankle bone. The ones I actually tried were to first drink orange juice to give the baby a sugar high and get her squirming. Then lean my ironing board on the couch so that when I lie on my back with my head downhill, my hips are elevated about 12". And then place an ice pack on the top of my tummy so that poor Lola's head gets cold and she wants to swim the other direction, I guess. What actually worked was the simplest act of getting on my hands and knees and arching my back. All the little kicks moved from down low to up high. I'm just guessing things are as they should be in there. We'll see tomorrow morning.
But I did spend a few waking hours in the night trying to guess which body part was kicking/punching where, and trying to figure out what was a little bum and what was a head. I've never obsessed over these things before. I took my perfectly positioned babies for granted. I'm just trying to remind myself that the Lord will put her head where He will and if I'm meant to have a poochy scar, I shall. :)