The End is Nigh

I was reading one of the books I bought several months ago for entertainment and the second page was already deep into 16th century English dialogue. There's a little mention of one character's end being nigh. So I though it an apt way to describe my pregnancy--despite all the dramatic plot points, the end is nigh.

The baby did turn around (thank God or whoever else you want to credit) after we employed lots of different turning techniques. Who knows if the baby just decided to turn on his/her own or whether one of these strange things made the difference. The lingering smell of moxa has almost cleared from our master bathroom (um, it smells like an illegal substance, actually, so we'd like it clear before all the relatives come over to coo over new baby). We've thankfully put away all the hot/cold packs and various headphone-for-lower pelvis contraptions.

According to the latest doctor's visit, the baby has not only turned, but has now firmly wedged his/her head into my pelvic outlet so there shouldn't be any more crazy gymnastics. Although, I must say baby still enjoys a good moonwalk over my lungs and such. I'm at least 1 cm dilated (probably more by now given the increasing number of contractions), so the clock is truly set. I just don't have any clue when the alarm will ring. Very soon, I suspect.

The official due date is January 31st. If I make it that far I will be very surprised. But I am so relieved that the baby has come to realize the benefits of exiting the right way that I'm not even that worried about labor anymore. I know, I'm delusional. But, hell, the chances of it being any longer than last time are pretty slim, so I know I can get through it.

Anyone got any good baby names? I can't really reveal anything, but let's just say that we're stuck with a couple of nasty little letters to work with. The worst one is "P".