My week of spinning baby

Today I hit 38 weeks.

To say the last couple of weeks have been fraught is a gross understatement.

If you read my last post you'll know how much drama we had with Little Miss P, but that thankfully seems to be under control now she is happily back in her cot and getting some much needed 'good nights sleep'.

I have been on edge. The baby was laying in transverse and I posted about my distress at this news. I am utterly overwhelmed by all the comments I received offering advice and just general support...thank you everyone and I have hung onto your every word.

I have had a lifetime of operations as I have suffered from endometreosis and the thought of being cut open once more scares me silly. Yet all the positive c-section experiences you have shared with me made the idea seem less daunting.

However I still wanted to try every trick and tip to try and turn the baby. So everyday I piled up some books and placed moxa sticks on these over some tin foil so the were level with my little toes. For twenty minutes I kept my pinkies as close to the burning ends as I could bear. It is supposed to channel your uterus and put everything back in balance as nature intended. Boy did it burn and hum. I emerged from my living room like Emilio Estevez did after his smokin session in The Breakfast Club!

I also hunted down a homeopathist in my area who specialised in pregnancy and birth. It cost me a small fortune but knew I would regret not trying every avenue. My consultation with her lasted two whopping hours and we delved deep - from my childhood right through to today. I have always found it easier to open up to strangers so the session was like a massive stare at myself in the mirror. I unearthed lots of things about myself that I just hadn't acknowledged. My need to control both my pregnancies for a start and the anxiety I get not being able to. Anyway, after the floor was covered in all my skeletons and emotions, she prescribed me my remedy.

I popped the little pill. Almost instantly I felt calmer and after telling my homeopathist this the next day, she told me to pop another pill and to not do the moxas as the strong smell could comprimise the remedy.

Well, the reaction was freaky. All afternoon, evening and the following morning I was erratic, an emotional wreak. I even started to resent Little Miss P and didn't want to go near her....I hated myself. Thankfully Mr Scruff more than made up for me so Little Miss P was oblivious. I phoned the therapist and she said that she had given me an extra strong dose as time was of the essence and the effects would fade. I never expected such a strong reaction to something so harmless and natural.

I tried visualisation, walking like Charlie Chaplin thinking this would nudge it down (I did say I was erratic). I shined a torch down below, put frozen peas where his head wasn't meant to be and Mr Scruffs warm but reluctant hand where it should be. Heck I even placed Miss P's music box down there in the hope his ears would swim towards it.

Anyway, shaking like a leaf and expecting news that nothing had changed (my tummy still had two bulges on either side - head and bum?), I went for my scan.

The midwife went straight for my pelvis and there it was, the little head floating around perfectly down. I could have jumped up and cartwheeled.

There is still lots of concern about the amount of fluid and I have since been back for a diabetes test. What this means I don't know. Part of me just wants nature to take over and stop all these scares and tests and concerns. What will be will be. For all I know, he may have turned without me doing any of the above.

I am just waiting now, hoping the head stays put, hoping the fluid means nothing, hoping that mama nature has got me on her check list and hoping that this little dude who seems to have created a lot of drama makes a happy and healthy entry into the world!