Thirty seven weeks, and I'm starting to slow down a little. I'm so behind with responding to email and feel terrible about it, but hope those waiting on me understand that my pace is slowing to a plod. The only sewing I managed on the weekend was hemming the edges of these muslin squares for baby wraps. Not that I care much about gender specific colours, but there's rather a blue theme going on isn't there? I've been staring to wonder what the chances are of the sonographer being wrong... what if it's a girl after all? At least she'd have a name - boy's names are still a hot topic of discussion around here. In any case, baby has turned so isn't breech any longer, and my doctor revised the size down to only 2 weeks ahead (instead of a whopping 8 which was the suggestion at my previous appointment. Phew!) So, after thinking all along that I'd probably be a candidate for repeat c-section (Audrey was born by emergency caesar), I'm staring down the barrel of a possible vbac. What a rollercoaster. And the braxton hicks started yesterday, so the time is nigh to read, read, read, to brush up my knowledge about delivery. This is a strange point of pregnancy to be at, and I find my mind preoccupied with questions that can't be answered, and situations that can't be controlled. Mixed in with the odd rush of excitement and burning desire to sew baby stuff. At least my bag is packed!