I can't believe that despite weeks of being kicked in my hoo-ha I hadn't already surmised that Baby B was in the breech position.
I assumed everything was progressing perfectly. I think this was a little naive, as my pregnancy has been distinctly less than perfect the whole way through.
At the moment I'm only 35 weeks, so in theory he has plenty of time to turn but realistically, I'm pretty sure he's been breech all along; head butting my stomach all night so I bring up bile every morning (still at 35 weeks!), kicks low in my pelvis so I feel like he's trying to dig his way out.
I will be overjoyed if he turns but after a weekend of standing on my head (virtually) so get him to do that most momentous forward role he hasn't budged an inch.
My NCT coach (counsellor? person? thing?) said, just in passing, that babies could be breech for a reason, so now I'm slightly scared about messing around too much before having another scan.
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