After four weeks of certainty that the baby was breech, my midwife has confirmed that the baby is indeed in the head down position -- at least for now. That's amazing news, because I had begun obsessing over every suggestion and success story at Spinning Babies to figure out a way to turn the baby. I was spending at least 15 minutes each evening doing pelvic tilts (cat/cow yoga positions), sitting on the floor, crawling around, and even raising my butt onto the side of the sofa to help the baby flip.
It turns out all those kicks I felt low on my belly were probably fetal punches. This baby has quite the jab. I am relieved and can resume preparing for a homebirth as usual. At this point I know some of you are wondering why ANYONE would want a homebirth, but I've wanted one since my first birth, and this being my last (if the husband and his urologist have anything to say about it), I want to do it at home, in a birthing tub, without anxious residents or constant fetal monitors anywhere near me. My other two children were born, for the record, in hospital-attached birth centers in NYC. No epidurals, no episiotomies, no inductions, so I'm a perfect candidate for a homebirth.
Anyhow, I have a little over two months to go, and I'm thrilled to know No. 3 is in the right place.