7 weeks to go

So there are only 7 weeks to go (or thereabouts) until Ponyboy makes his grand entrance (although exit is probably more accurate). That's right, only 7 weeks until he stops being a foetus and becomes an infant.

When the MonkeyFish decided to come early (about 5 days early), he arrived pretty quickly - only about 5 hours from start to finish. I am a bit worried that Ponyboy will be even more impatient and that we won't make it to the hospital at all. I am having recurring nightmares about giving birth on the side of the road. Buster doesn't seem concerned which alarms me even more.

Anyway, until now, Ponyboy has been pretty happy in the womb - sitting head up like a little Buddha. In case you weren't aware, babies are actually meant to come out head first so the pressure was on for Ponyboy to turn around. Apparently, if you have a foetus that is head up, as they get bigger, gravity takes control and tips them around so they are head down. That's the good news. The bad news is that as they get bigger, there is less space for them to turn around.

But I think Ponyboy has finally succumbed to gravity and turned around. We won't know for certain until we see the doctor again, but I'm hopeful.