Skitunge, as we say in Swedish

Ultrasound earlier this morning, week 37 +3. The technician put the wand to the top of my belly, and instantly the top of a little head was clearly visible. So, we have a breech baby. It's exactly the way I've been feeling, head under my right hand side ribs and feet poking into my right hip.

Never mind that Rosie the midwife was wrong in her theory of the baby being the right way around. I nearly believed her, so at least it gave me a week of some peace of mind and relaxation!

I have an appointment with the doctor at Gosford hospital tomorrow to discuss options. There would be:

1) manually trying to turn the baby

2) caesarean

3) breech birth

Here are my initial feelings on each:

1) Manual turn seems unpleasant, potentially risky and involves injecting some sort of muscle relaxant. And we all know how I feel about medication and medical intervention. But then again, how lovely wouldn't it be to have the baby turned and just go back to relaxing and waiting?

2) Caesarean. Who in their right mind would volunteer for major surgery, especially on the day that they're having a baby? Not me.

3) Breech birth. Apparently there is an old school doctor in Gosford who will attend low risk breech births. If I am indeed considered low risk this might be my favourite option at the moment.