I am happy to report that Pickles has turned, and the doctor has full confidence he will find his way out head-first. I would be more animated in my announcement of this news, but really? I haven’t slept for 3 nights straight. My brain is stupid right now. Basically the news from the doctor’s appointment goes something like this.
Happy. Big. 4 weeks to go. Look at the wee-wee! Good. Happy.