As the baby turns...

Went in for my 32 week ultrasound. Found out the baby is still breech, frank breech to be exact (his legs are up by this head). According to the doctor, there's only an 8% chance he would turn head down by the time he's due. Because of this, she has schedulded me for a c-section on the 26th, two days before his due date. Of course she'll check again in 5 weeks to see his position but the chances aint great. I'm not sure why I'm so bummed. People have c-sections all the time. You don't have to worry about contractions and water breaking and delivering the placenta. Heck, that whole problem about pooping on myself is also solved. But there's a part of me that feels as if I'm going to miss out on the whole pregnancy thing. I didn't lament that I didn't get to experience morning sickness or weird cravings or stretch marks, but not pushing a baby out my vagina is really causing me sadness.
There are things you can try of course to get the baby to turn. I've been hanging upside down on the stairs. I will start swimming and I have a prenatal massage scheduled that supposedly will help. C'mon Caleb! How am I supposed to guilt you with stories of how many hours I was in labor with you if you wont turn?

Baby shower = clothes

Having read about baby showers and how most guests will bring clothes and other "cute" items instead of things you actually need/registered for, I was prepared. Sure enough, I got lots of clothes but I didn't care. The small size made it so much more fun and I even get to drink a mimosa, virgin of course. My only regret is that my stomach is so squished right now I couldn't eat all the yummy food. Oh! The cake turned out well. Phew!

April Fool's joke?

I told Darlene that I would get the cake for my baby shower this weekend. My cousin got this delicious cake for her birthday and I thought the guests would like it. The icing is whipped and light and not too sweet and the fruit filling is fantastic. So today I drove to the bakery to order the cake and found out that it was a Chinese bakery and the guy only spoke chinese and broken English. I speak English and broken Vietnamese. 30 minutes later, I left feeling like I've been on a set of a sitcom. I called my mom and she promised to go to her bakery and order another cake, just in case. I prayed he understood not to put any durian in the filling.