Baby update:

Yes, friends, I am still pregnant. I feel like I should have delivered by now...like I've been pregnant as long as an elephant, which I understand gestates for over 5 years. Or something. Also, I begin to greatly resemble the elephant. But I digress.
I am 37 weeks pregnant, or 9 months (for the uninitiated). Biology lesson: most people carry their babies until about the 40th week, and then segue into labor and delivery in a natural, drug-and-hospital fest, with nice, compact, 6 or 7 lb babies to show for their pains. My family: not so much. All of us, my mother & older sister & I, ROUTINELY carry babies until they are ready for kindergarten or have at least grown hair long enough to be put into a pony tail. This is a big problem for doctors these days, who can't seem to understand that to us, a 12 lb baby with wrinkled, stained skin from swimming around in it's own meconium (poop) for a couple weeks is par for the course. (Hey, childbirth is not for the faint of heart.) So I don't really have a chance in hell of delivering naturally, because in order for it to be natural, I would go into labor about a month after my due date and my doctor would be medically disbarred or whatever they do to them. So all this to say, I'm almost certainly going to have to be induced.
But maybe not, she says with false enthusiasm! Because I found out that young Zoe has, in the immortal words of the poet, done the hokey pokey & turned herself around, but it is NOT what it's all about at all, because she is now breech. All of which to say, I may be having a scheduled C-section in the next 2 weeks unless she decides to turn again. I will find out this next Thursday and keep you posted.