I Know....Whine. Whine. Whine.

I carried all of my boys super low. So much so that when I found out T was a boy at the ultrasound, I stopped bending for any reason. My kids were my benders. If something fell on the floor, there it stayed until some child or other came along to pick it up.

The night before Lachlan's ultrasound, we had an open house in our home. As I went to bed that night, I found an unusual pain in my ribs. Now, you have to understand, I have a strange rib cage--one half is dominant, the other recessive. The right side is normal; the left side bends in like it's dented. My boys hadn't created this pain for me until they were seven or eight months along. We joke around that A had his feet in my ribs for the last month or so. When he was born, the toes on his left foot were blue with bruises, so it makes me wonder, could that really have been true? I don't see how it could've been, but it sure felt like it.

I should have known from the pain in the ribs with Lachlan that this was not the usual sign of a boy.

Here at 35 weeks, Lachlan resides in my rib cage. She has taken up residence and at this point, there is no sign that she's coming out. She pushes on my diaphragm and makes it hard to breathe. My heart races a good part of the time. I just pray that she drops soon.

I have a doctor's appointment this afternoon. I don't think there's anything they can say or do that can alleviate this situation, but about a month from now she'll be out and life will be good.