Everything is just fine. We're just running right up against the calendar at this point. So we're starting the process of scheduling a section (*sigh*). The place the midwives recommend is a bit of a drive (same place, same doctor as the VBAC consult), but they don't have a nursery, unlike the closer places. Which is good; people who have nurseries tend to want to use them. A lot. No scheduled slot yet, because the person who owns the schedule went home already; maybe we'll know tomorrow. We're trying for Thursday or Friday.
So, once again, on the clock. We've been down _exactly_ this path before. I keep telling myself that in terms of starting labor in time, things worked great last time. And this baby is in a better position than T. was, which would imply a shorter, less-painful labor.
Think good thoughts my way.
My mother-in-law arrives tomorrow at 10:30 a.m. and can stay through Sunday; my sister-in-law can potentially help out Fri-Sun. Things could all come together in a truly beautiful, logistically amazing way. They could. Really.
