The end is near...

Numero Uno: I love my doctor. I truly do. Like a ton.

I had my weekly regularly scheduled doctors appointment yesterday and went in with the "if he doesn't give me a C-Section date I'm going to claw my eyeballs out" attitude.

Lo and behold... he gave us a c-section date.

Charlotte will be making her big debut into this world on July 27th, around 1 o'clock in the afternoon.

I am so relieved to have a date, a sort of finish line to look forward to.  I knew that I could have really had my hopes up as I left the doctors office yesterday, but I sort of forced him into it.

He said "next week if she is still breech we will get you a date for a Cesarean". I said "um, if she is still breech next week then what week will we most likely be looking at for the c-section". He did some magical calculation of my due date/last menstrual period/my ultrasounds and pointed to the last week in July. He said "the 27th or the 29th... lets do the 27th.". I said "OK!"

That date is tentative though. If the all mighty little one who has been in charge of my body for the last 35.5 weeks decides to flip head down then we will go ahead and cancel the c-section and wait for my body to go into labor by itself.  If she decides she's had enough with her cramped living quarters and I go into labor early, I'll have a c-section due to her being breech.

I don't see that happening though, and judge me if you may but I don't really want it to.  I want my baby born on a lovely Phoenix summer Tuesday afternoon because that is the least dramatic kind of birth possible.  I'm not big on drama. I want it over and done with.  I've enjoyed being pregnant up until these last few weeks of course but I'm ready. 

So... let the countdown begin. T-minus 20 days.