Cinq is head down. I was pretty sure, and I had an appointment yesterday and they pretty much confirmed. I have a real appointment on Friday, and I know he will take a peek with the ultrasound, so let's pray she is not a gymnast like Buffy was, and decides it would be fun to keep doing flips every week. Maybe I shouldn't watch so much of the gymnastics on TV right now.
It's getting closer, I am so ready for it, but I am so not ready for it. I am ready for the whole baby in my arms, nursing, changing diapers, getting back into the swing of things, trying to make life with 5 the norm... I am not ready because I still don't have a bag packed, her car seat is not clean, her cradle is filled with laundry, I am not looking forward to recovery, I am still pretty nervous that something else might go wrong, my house isn't clean enough to call my mom over in the middle of the night if I need to...
So much to do.
I think we have decided on the name, 98% sure... Jon has agreed, I am just not sure if it is exactly what I want. We'll see soon I guess!